It was despairing, but as the old detective had already come to the same conclusion he said nothing and at last the Chinese doctor came.
Instead of being the old man they had expected to see, he was quite a youthful looking proposition.
Moreover, he wore American clothes and spoke perfect English.
His name was High Lung, he informed Old King Brady.
"There's your patient, Doctor," said the old detective. "He has been drugged by some of your people. To me he seems dead. Save him if you can and I'll write you a check for a thousand dollars."
High Lung made no answer but proceeded to examine Harry.
He took a long time about it, too. Old King Brady began to think he never would let up.
At last Dr. High Lung pulled away.
"He is not dead," he said, quietly. "I can save him."
"Good!" cried Old King Brady. "Go ahead."