They reached a corner of the long corridor when some-thing like a chuckle came to their ears.
Old King Brady turned his head.
“By jove!” he exclaimed, aghast.
At the same moment Harry saw the cause of the old detective’s excitement.
Far down the corridor a man stood apparently studying the number on a room door. He seemed totally oblivious of the presence of the detectives.
It was Dick Burke.
“Great Scott!” exclaimed Harry, and said no more. The detectives looked at each other in sheer wonderment.
“What do you think of that?”
“I think I want that cuss!” said Old King Brady, starting for the crook.
But at that moment Burke stepped into a side corridor and vanished.