“There’s no use in you fellows trying to find the trio,” said this fellow, whose name was Whitman.
“Indeed!” said Old King Brady, caustically. “You are very sure of that, are you?”
“As sure as can be!”
“How do you get your surety?”
“Well, I know that all three of the rascals have skipped the country.”
For a moment the Bradys stared at each other.
Then Old King Brady said:
“Do you mean to Europe?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know that?”