But it was too late.
He was gone.
Meanwhile, the train guards and policemen had climbed down to give assistance to the detective.
But though badly shaken, Old King Brady recovered and got upon his feet.
He was assisted back to the platform and the train went on.
The police, learning who he was, asked no questions. The Bradys, it is needless to say, were on the qui vive.
“Did you see the fellow?” asked Old King Brady.
“No,” replied Harry. “He got away too quick.”
“I have no doubt it was one of the trio.”
“Oh, certainly!”