"Your name! Who shot you?" he demanded.
The rapidly glazing eyes fixed themselves upon the old detective.
"You—are—Old—King—Brady?" was slowly said.
"Yes, yes! Speak! Are you Pow Chow?"
"Yes. Tell—my—wife."
"It shall be done. Who shot you?"
"Dock Hing—get him."
"If I can."
"Money. I——"
That was all.