Old King Brady had told the wardman about Fen Wix's fate, although he said nothing about it at the station.
"Just what I don't want to do," he replied. "Hear my theory. Right away after dark the Chinks will probably make some move in connection with that matter, if they haven't done it already. Opening off that room is a smaller one in which we can hide. If you can stick with us I propose that at about eight o'clock we all get on the job there and see if we can't catch some Chink who will serve us to get the secret of that other panel, which I am satisfied exists."
"Well, that's so. It might work out to the good," replied the wardman. "Anyhow it seems to be our only chance."
"It does, and we will try it," replied the old detective. "And now let us pull out."
Old King Brady and Alice went to the office thinking it barely possible that Harry might have escaped and gone there.
Failing here they went home to supper and at eight o'clock turned up at the Pell street room again.
There was nothing to be found here either, so they waited until Wardman Connors came and then went around on Mott street.
The wardman stepped in first.
It had been arranged that if he found anyone in the room he should come back and inform them; otherwise he was to wait there till they came up.
Giving the man ten minutes, Old King Brady and Alice went up stairs.