"Good Lor'!" he exclaimed in startled tones, as he glared around. "What's
that? Sounded like a man's voice."

Another groan from the old detective attracted his attention to the packing
case, and he saw a tiny stream of blood trickling out of it through one of
the cracks, upon the floor.

A thrill of horror darted through the man.

He began to suspect a corpse was in the box, and visions of a dreadful
murder mystery floated through his mind.

"Hey, Tom! Hey, Bill! Come here, quick!" he yelled at his companions.

"What's the matter?"

"What do you want?"

"Bring a hammer here!"

"Did you bust open a box?"

"No. But I'm going to."

"What for?"

"I heard a man groaning in that--ha! Hear it?"

A third groan from Old King Brady reached their ears and seeing the blood,
they quickly realized that there was some one in the case.