“Very well.”
So the detectives slipped away and into another street. Soon they were on Broadway.
“Aha!” said Old King Brady, triumphantly. “That’s the way to slip them. I think we can fool them yet, Harry.”
But the young detective clutched his arm and said: “Don’t you believe it. Just look across the street.”
Old King Brady was astounded.
One of the trio, Collins it was, stood at an opposite street corner.
He glanced at the detectives and then vanished down the side street.
“By Jupiter!” exclaimed the old detective. “That beats me! Where did he come from?”
“I tell you they are almost omnipresent,” declared Harry. “We can’t seem to turn the trick on them.”
“Well, we will!” cried Old King Brady, angrily. “We’ll catch that fellow. Stay here, Harry.”