“Oh, they turned back fer ther snow was too deep!”
This reply seemed to have a peculiar effect upon the asylum people. A distant murmur was heard and then there came another hail.
Meanwhile, Harry and Old King Brady had been holding a hurried consultation.
On the way from Paine’s farm house they had effected a very clever disguise. They had borrowed some old coats, mufflers and hats of Farmer Paine.
With the use of false beards and wigs they had easily made themselves up for countrymen of the most verdant kind.
“What do you think?” whispered Harry. “Is our disguise good enough to risk a trip to the asylum if they finally decide to take us in?”
Old King Brady hesitated.
He knew that it would be like walking literally into a lion’s den.
Discovery was of course possible and could mean nothing but death.
But the daring old detective was ready to take any risk, however great, to gain a valuable end.