With the wardman they went to Pell street and did up such secret dens as they knew about thoroughly.
Nothing came of it.
The rooms were all deserted as the Bradys had found them the previous day.
It was after five o'clock before they finished up their work.
Alice was in despair for it was a very serious case and she could see that the old detective was quite as much concerned as herself.
"What can we do?" she asked.
"Our best plan is to ring off for a few hours," replied Old King Brady.
"But poor Harry?"
"Listen, Alice, if the Chinese meant to kill Harry I need not tell you that by this time they have probably carried their intention into effect. It will do no harm to delay a little. Every move we have made has doubtless been watched and reported to those rascals. Mr. Connors, don't you think I am right?"
"Sure," replied the wardman. "Best thing you can do. You want to report that dead Chink, around on Mott street pretty quick, though."