Old King Brady and Alice, peering in between the curtains, saw enough.Harry had got himself into a bad fix. There he lay on the floor withthree Chinamen bending over him. One held a box, another a long glassvial. What were they about?
Secret Service.
THE Bradys' Chinese Clew.
OR,
The Secret Dens of Pell Street
By A New-York Detective.
August 19th 1910.
No 604. 5 Cents.
Frank Tousey
Publisher
24 UNION SQUARE.
NEW-YORK.
SECRET SERVICE
OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES
Issued Weekly—By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second ClassMatter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, March 1, 1899. Enteredaccording to Act of Congress, in the year 1910, in the office of theLibrarian of Congress, Washington, D.C., by Frank Tousey, Publisher, 24Union Square, New York.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
CHAPTER II.
CHAPTER III.
CHAPTER IV.
CHAPTER V.
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VIII.
CHAPTER IX.
CHAPTER X.
CHAPTER XI.
CHAPTER XII.
CHAPTER I.
CAUGHT IN A TRAP.
Late in the evening on August 12th, 19—, one of the heaviest thunderstorms known in many years broke over the city of New York.
The storm was accompanied by a terrific gale; trees were blown down,sign boards wrecked, houses were unroofed, sewers overflooded, and therewas a general shake-up all along the line.
Of course, lives were lost here and there, especially on the rivers.
It taxed the memory even of the oldest inhabitant to recall such anotherstorm.
During the height of the gale two gentlemen sat in the famous Tuxedorestaurant, that delight of chop suey fiends and slumming parties, onPell street, Chinatown, indulging in a late supper, Chinese style.
One was an elderly man of striking appearance and peculiar dress.
He wore a long blue coat with brass buttons, an old-fashioned stock andstand-up collar, while hanging to a peg above his head was a big whitefelt hat with an unusually broad brim.
His companion was a bright looking young fellow in his twenties.
The two men were none other than the world-famous detectives, the Bradysof the Brady Detective Bureau, Union Square, New York.
"Heavens, how it rains, governor," remarked Young King Brady as therewas an extra loud splash against the window near which they sat.
"An awful storm, indeed," remarked the old detective. "It wouldn'tsurprise me if after all Mr. Butler did not come."
"He spoke in his letter of being quite feeble."
"Yes, and yet he gave his age at only sixty-five."
"Some men wear better than others."
"Decidedly so. We can only wait and see. I hate to disappoint Alice.Ther