This fact was well known to most of the crooks at large, and they feared
the Bradys more than any other detectives on the force.

Although they bore the same name, there was no relationship between them,
for Harry was merely an apt pupil the old detective had chanced to meet,
and was educating in his profession.

As a team, they made themselves famous.

When they drew near the Cunard steamship dock, Old King Brady carried his
handkerchief in his hand as a signal.

A man was on the lookout and ran up to him.

Handing the detective a letter he exclaimed:

"I followed your order, Mr. Brady and went down to Quarantine to-day with
the port doctor. He took me aboard the Campania, and I found out a great
deal. It's all written in that letter. I wrote it coming up on the Custom
House tug."

"Has the steamer reached her dock yet?"

"She's swinging in now. I beat her up on the tug."

"Very well. You may go."

The spotter hastened away and the detectives eagerly read his letter.