“We want three men who are here waiting for a train,” said Old King Brady. “Where are they?”
“I am sorry,” replied the station agent, “but they are gone!”
“Gone?”
“Yes. They left on the five-forty train for Boston.”
The Bradys were beaten.
There was nothing left but to return to the asylum.
There was no use in wiring ahead to make the arrest in Boston, for the train had reached that city long ere this.
So back to the asylum they went.
The case against Scraggs was left in the hands of the local constable.
But the Bradys took Napoleon Blood with them back to Boston.