"If the boy still lives," observed Harry.
"Even so," was the reply; "the chances are those Chinks knocked him over the head and threw him into the Sound. I am free to confess that I have very little hope of finding him alive."
And such was the latest turn in this singular case.
The question now was what should be the first move.
"What we want is another Chinese clew," said Old King Brady. "You two look up Fen Wix and see what he can do to help us out. You may promise him an extra hundred if necessary. I shall be busy with other matters this morning. I'll look in at the room at three o'clock precisely."
They left.
At three o'clock, when Old King Brady turned up at the room, he found Alice there alone looking very grave.
"Well, what's the matter now?" he demanded.
"I am sorry to tell you that the Chinamen have got Harry," was the reply.
"Got him!"