as the detectives dashed in.

"_Par Dieu!_ Ze detectives!" he screamed.

Then he began to yell, swear, and rave in French, as he scrambled to his
feet, and the officers made a rush for him.

"Ze Bradys! Ze Bradys!" he shrieked.

At first they imagined these cries were due to his excitement. But when he
backed up against a door opening into an adjoining room with his arms
stretched out, they saw through his purpose.

"Harry!"

"Well?"

"He's warning some one in the next room."

"I'll see!"

The boy dashed out into the hall.

Old King Brady had his pistol in his hand.

Taking aim at the man's head, he roared in stern tones:

"Drop on your knees!"

"Oh, don't fiair!" yelled La Croix, obeying.