"They think someone is dead," whispered Alice. "That is as near as I can make it out."
"Stand ready for business, Connors," said the old detective. "Now for our look."
Old King Brady and Alice, pushing in between the curtains, saw enough.
Harry had got himself into a bad fix.
There he lay on the floor with three Chinamen bending over him.
One held a box, another a long glass vial.
What were they about?
Old King Brady did not stop even to try to learn.
Calling to Connors he dashed into the room.
Alice and the wardman equally with himself had their revolvers ready.