Again they had escaped the Bradys. It was a disheartening reflection.
Ordinary men might have abandoned the case in despair.
But the Bradys were not of that sort.
With their usual tenacity they hung out, still looking for a clew which they felt was bound to come.
In fact they had little choice in the matter.
They knew there was nothing to be done but to trap the Tough Trio.
If they did not do so the trio would trap them. It was a case of the survival of the fittest.
The Bradys failed to track their birds even the slightest distance. The trio had seemed to cover their tracks effectually.
Days passed and still the Bradys were befogged.
One day they ran across a detective of the regular city force in a lower part of New York.