They began to look about for the cottage.
There were two on this lane, both still lighted up.
Harry ventured to peer in at the windows of each.
The report was unfavorable.
He saw no Chinaman inside.
Old King Brady then made some inquiries at a lonely saloon which stood on a corner, with lots on all sides.
The place was deserted save for a sleepy bartender.
He assured the old detective that such a thing as a Chinaman was unknown in the neighborhood.
They got inside the ruined factory and watched the pier until midnight, but not a soul came near the place.
Harry was triumphant.