"Don't croak," replied the old detective. "What's a couple of hundred, anyway? I shan't cry if it all proves romance, but how would that old Chink have the location down so pat unless there was something in what he says?"
This, of course, was the strongest argument which could be urged, and Harry raised no further objections.
One significant fact was that nobody else appeared to have been attracted by the reward, for no one came.
"We will start for the Bronx now," said Old King Brady. "Alice, my dear, it seems hardy worth while for you to join us. Will you stop here to-night or will you go home?"
"Neither," replied Alice. "With your kind permission I will go along."
"I supposed you would say so. Be quick then and do away with your disguise."
Alice retired and made her change.
It was shortly after nine o'clock when they started, and they were certainly due at their destination long before midnight, and would have reached it if Old King Brady had not blundered.
Nor is it any wonder.
Conditions in the Bronx have changed so of late, old landmarks disappearing so rapidly, that anyone relying on memory alone gets mixed up.