“Work out fer a livin’.”
“I believe ye’re durned liars. This is the safest place fer ye to-night. To-morrow the boss kin decide what to do with ye. I hope as how ye’ll have pleasant dreams!”
And with this the fellow was gone. The detectives were aghast.
They saw it was no joke.
It was a clever game to keep them close prisoners for the night. But for what purpose?
Did the crooks suspect them?
Old King Brady was loth to believe this. He reckoned that it was only intended to keep them from wandering about the asylum, as curious countrymen might be tempted to do.
But even at this the situation was extremely unsatisfactory to the detectives.
Above all things they wanted their freedom.
Harry inspected the iron bars of the door closely.