It was a crowded thoroughfare and they knew that no attempt would be made upon their lives here.
But presently they slipped into a dark alley.
Here they crouched behind some barrels. Each held a revolver in his hand.
If their foes came into the alley, the trap was ready and would be sprung.
The detectives watched very closely. Twice they saw their birds at a corner far down the street.
But they would not venture to accept the decoy.
Old King Brady was disgruntled.
“Confound them! They are too sharp,” he said. “What shall we do?”
“Give it up,” said Harry, laconically.
“It looks like it. Well, we would be foolish to go their way. Let us give them the slip through this alley.”