“Hitting the pipe?”
“Yes.”
“Are they there now?”
“They may be!”
Old King Brady sprang up.
“Come, Harry!” he cried. “Here is work for us.”
“I feel it in my bones,” said the young detective, “that the game is ours.”
“I agree with you,” said the chief. “If those fellows are taking dope you will surely get them.”
Old King Brady knew that many a criminal had been taken in this way.
Under the influence of opium they are careless and easily entrapped. So Old King Brady’s spirits arose.