The race for life which they had intended giving the detectives had been arrested by circumstances.
Altogether the odds were just now decidedly in the detectives’ favor.
But the Bradys were not disposed to spend their whole evening in the kitchen of the asylum.
There was other work for them to do.
Somewhere within the walls of the place the four conspirators were holding a meeting.
What that meeting was to decide the detectives could only guess.
But it was exceedingly important that they should know. This was their purpose.
So they did not waste much further time in the kitchen with the keeper.
Harry began to yawn.
“By gum, I’m awful sleepy,” he averred. “I reckon I’d like tew turn in. Ain’t it about time, mister?”