For a moment the old detective was staggered. Harry was also dumfounded.
“Come!” continued Burke. “We’d like to talk with ye. Come over an’ sit down.”
“I—I can’t leave my friend, thank you,” replied Old King Brady. “It is evident you take me for somebody else.”
“Who are ye?”
“My name is Schmidt.”
“Oh!” said Burke, significantly. “I thought it was Brady!”
The Bradys were never more astonished in their lives.
It was certain that their disguise had been penetrated by the keen rogues and they were known.
Concealment was out of the question. Old King Brady saw that a bluff would be foolish.
So he said: