“Mebbe so! But ye can’t clinch us. Anyhow, come over an’ sit down, we want to talk with ye.”
Old King Brady looked at Harry.
“All right,” he said, “we’ll do it.”
CHAPTER IV.
THE PRIVATE DETECTIVE.
It was an unusual request made by Burke.
It was a strange thing for the detectives to sit at the same table in a friendly way with three men whom they meant to hang, if possible.
But life is full of anomalies.
And detectives certainly meet with queer experiences. This was one of them beyond a doubt.
The Bradys quietly seated themselves at the table.
Burke called for beer.