The young doctor in charge lent them little encouragement.
"He is certainly gone, Mr. Brady," he said as he looked Harry over. "I wish I could hold out more hope to you, but I can't."
Alice, who was in the ambulance, suddenly turned to the old detective and said:
"Really, Mr. Brady, it is useless to take Harry to the hospital. If he is not dead now he will die before he gets there. The only possible chance to save him is to get a Chinese doctor."
"Nonsense!" mused the ambulance surgeon. "What do Chinese doctors know? They are the worst kind of quacks."
"Why, no."
"Don't be in such a hurry to pronounce on what you don't understand. Alice, your suggestion is a good one. Doctor, we will take my partner to No. —— Chatham Square."
The place to which Old King Brady prepared to take Harry was Quong Lee's opium joint.
This is located in a basement on Chatham Square.
Quong Lee, who is a man advanced in years, reckons himself a particular friend of the old detective.