“Why, that is foolhardy. You’ll not come out alive!”
“No matter. It is my duty!”
“You must not attempt it!”
The man with the wide-brimmed hat laughed sardonically.
“Come on, Harry,” he said to his young companion, “this is work for us.”
“All right, partner.”
And then before the police could recover from their surprise, both plunged into the dark hallway and the smoke.
“Here, stop them!” cried the police captain. “They are going to their death.”
But it was too late.
The Bradys, detectives of the first class, and the best in the Secret Service, were out of sight.