"We are on deck too late," declared Old King Brady. "If a dying man's word can be believed, those rascals have made off with the money, so, Master Harry, my Chinese clew seems to have amounted to something after all."
They now searched the clothes.
There was nothing in Ed's pockets to identify him, but Harry was certain that these were his clothes.
With Pow Chow it was different.
A memorandum book was discovered in his trousers pocket with his name written on the fly leaf in English.
Better still, twenty-eight hundred dollars in cash turned up.
"Mr. Butler's stolen money, what there is left of it!" Old King Brady exclaimed.
"The wife can't be far away," remarked Alice.
"I judge not from his dying words," replied the old detective. "It is up to us to find her. That must be our job now. It looks as if we were going to be able to close up our case, in part, at least. Let us go on to that lane where we see the light."