He snapped the handcuffs on him and the fellow never moved. Then Harry took the signal.
Van and Burke were both half dazed. They fought like tigers, however, but were finally overpowered.
“You are trapped, my fine birds!” cried Old King Brady, jubilantly.
But at this moment Ah Ling appeared on the scene.
The uproar had attracted him. With white, scared face he stared at the detectives.
“Whatee de debbil you do?” he cried. “You no make such noise. Hi-hi, yeppee, yeppee, who you be? No pleece-man?”
“Yes,” replied Old King Brady, sternly, covering the Chinaman with a revolver. “We are detectives. These men are murderers. We are going to take them out of here. If you offer resistance, I will shoot you dead!”
Old King Brady kept Ah Ling covered while Harry went out to the nearest signal box.
In a very short space of time a squad of police were in the place. A short while later the Tough Trio were in the Tombs.
The Bradys had won their famous race for life.