Bradys ees on my track, I may go to ze preeson at any moment. It makes me
nairvous, by gar!"

He took up a position at the head of the stairs, wondering how he could get
the best of the detectives.

Convinced that they knew all about his smuggling business and would arrest
him at the first opportunity, it made him so desperate that he would not
have hesitated to kill both of them.

He had not been standing at the head of the stairs long before he saw Harry
glide into the hall as quietly as a shadow.

The boy was becoming impatient over his partner's long absence and made up
his mind to find him.

Searching the lower hall, he failed to see anything of Old King Brady and
then cautiously made his way upstairs.

The Frenchman saw him coming.

He slipped into the room where the old detective lay.

Raising his finger to his wife, he hissed:

"Hush! He coming up ze stair! Put out ze light--hurry!"

Keeping the door open on a crack when darkness fell upon the room, he
peered out and listened intently.