“To the Bradys:
“Mebbe you think you hev scared the trio. Butt you will find thet death is on your track an’ you can’t escape it. An’ don’t you fergit it, either! Wakin’ or sleepin’ it don’t make no diffrunce which, we are rite after you. So look out!
“Thet’s all fer just now from, The Trio.”
Old King Brady carefully studied the post-mark on the envelope. It was mailed at Station C, New York.
The Bradys were assured that their birds were in the big city, so they had returned to New York.
For a week they groped blindly in vain for a clew.
Then one day almost a grim accomplishment of the threat uttered by the villains occurred.
The two detectives stood on the platform of an elevated station.
They were waiting for an uptown train. Suddenly as the train came thundering up a man with muffled features sprang out of the crowd.
With all his force he rushed against Old King Brady and hurled him from the station platform down in front of the train which was rushing in at the moment.
CHAPTER XIV.
A LIVELY CHASE.
Only one thing saved Old King Brady from an awful death.