Old King Brady followed.
In another moment they were safe within the fire lines.
By this time a great crowd was in the street, attracted in spite of the driving storm.
The firemen were badly handicapped by the snow, but yet fought their way bravely while the rickety tenement was being consumed.
The fire was not allowed to spread, but the tenement was reduced to ashes.
Then the crowd dispersed.
The detectives left the scene and returned to their lodgings for the night.
One thing was certain.
A tragedy had been enacted, which the flames concealed and the only clew which the Bradys had secured was the delicate lady’s handkerchief.
This alone could furnish the only suggestion to be gained in any way from the affair.