The appearance of the officers, however, had a salutary effect.
The gang fell back toward the bar.
“What’s this?” cried Old King Brady. “Where is your man, Harry?”
“I might have caught him but for these fellows who have tried to block me,” said Harry.
The old detective gazed keenly at the proprietor of the place.
“If I am not mistaken, I know you, Jack Billings!” he said. “Up to your old tricks, eh? Where is Dan Collins?”
Billings shifted his gaze.
“I don’t know who you mean,” he said.
“Yes, you do, too,” said Old King Brady, sharply. “Come, out with it. I want the truth.”
“I don’t know the man!”