He did not appear the least frightened, but walked erect and led the detective a long chase.
All at once he turned into a little street, very narrow and rather dark, but Broadbrim did not hesitate.
He caught sight of the quarry down the street and plunged after him.
Merle stopped at a door and rapped.
In another moment it opened and he went in.
Old Broadbrim came up and looked at the house.
Beyond that door lay a mystery which he wanted to fathom.
Merle Macray, traced across the sea, had entered the house and was out of sight.
Old Broadbrim stood near the door and listened.
Perhaps it was a risky thing to do, but he took risks.