Old King Brady could hardly contain himself.
He listened intently for some distant sound of the return of Harry. But time passed.
The crooks did not attempt a pursuit.
They abandoned it as impracticable. But they were alive fully to the exigencies of the moment.
It had been decided to let the girl go without any effort to recapture her.
The trio would trudge the best way they could through the snow to a distant railway station.
Blood was to remain in the asylum with Scraggs.
“I can hide you where nobody will ever find you,” said the proprietor of the asylum. “So have no fears.”
Old King Brady listened to all this with some misgiving. Would his men slip him after all?