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+Title: The Bradys After a Chinese Princess
+       The Yellow Fiends of 'Frisco
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+Author: Francis Worcester Doughty
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+                              SECRET SERVICE.
+
+                    THE BRADYS AFTER A CHINESE PRINCESS
+
+                                   OR
+
+                       THE YELLOW FIENDS OF 'FRISCO
+
+                        _BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE_.
+
+
+    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
+     Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, March 1, 1899.
+     Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1911, in the
+     office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C, by Frank
+     Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York.
+
+    No. 658.          NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 1, 1911.       Price 5 Cents.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+THE MYSTERY THAT CAME OUT OF THE MIST.
+
+
+One foggy night a few years since at something after two o'clock, a
+good-sized motor boat containing five men might have been seen cruising
+close in to the water-front line of lower San Francisco.
+
+Three of the occupants were big, husky fellows, who sat idly in the boat
+looking like men waiting to be called upon to act and prepared for any
+emergency.
+
+A good-looking young fellow in his twenties was attending to engineer's
+duty, while astern sat an elderly man of striking appearance and
+peculiar dress.
+
+He wore a long, blue coat with brass buttons, an old-fashioned stock and
+stand-up collar, and a big white hat with an unusually broad brim.
+
+Clearly he was the leader of this outfit, whatever their business might
+be out there on the silent bay in the early morning hours.
+
+He was a man accustomed to command, being none other than the
+world-famous detective, Old King Brady, chief of the Brady Detective
+Bureau of Union Square, New York.
+
+And having made this statement, we need scarcely add that the young man
+in charge of the boat was his partner, Young King Brady, second in skill
+as a detective only to his great chief.
+
+The detective had been ordered to San Francisco on special duty by the
+United States Secret Service Bureau.
+
+Information had been received of the intention of certain Chinamen to
+run in opium on a large scale, dodging the duty due to Uncle Sam.
+
+The information, while definite and reliable, was still vague.
+
+Details were lacking, yet it was known that there was surely going to be
+something doing in the line during this particular week, and that
+whatever was done would take place in the neighborhood of the India
+Basin.
+
+This made the fourth night the Bradys had been on the watch with three
+local Secret Service men as their aides.
+
+It was discouraging work.
+
+Nothing had happened.
+
+The weak point of the undertaking was the lack of knowledge as to the
+particular ship or steamer on which the opium was expected to arrive.
+
+Two steamers had arrived from China this week, one regular liner and one
+tramp.
+
+Three sailing vessels had also come in, all from Chinese ports.
+
+Yet it was by no means certain that the opium would enter the harbor of
+San Francisco in that way.
+
+It is quite the custom with captains of English tramp steamers, and also
+with those of sailing vessels, to drop opium overboard in sealed rubber
+bags while off the Farraleone Islands.
+
+Such bags are picked up by fishing schooners on hand for the purpose,
+and by them landed as best they can.
+
+A close watch for such operations in this particular instance was being
+kept by a special revenue cutter outside the Golden Gate.
+
+The Bradys' orders had to do only with the landing.
+
+It was supposed that the people connected with some storage warehouse in
+this vicinity were and had been for some time standing in with the
+smugglers.
+
+It was particularly desired by the Government to learn who these people
+were; to catch them red-handed and make an example of them.
+
+That Chinese capital was back of this crooked enterprise was certain,
+but there was reason to believe that they were being substantially aided
+by others who were not of their race.
+
+"If the fog would only lift we might be able to do something," remarked
+one of the Secret Service men, "but as it is I see little use in
+remaining here."
+
+"Patience," replied Old King Brady. "We have to do the best we can, my
+friend. I admit that the fog is a nuisance, but I am not giving up yet
+by any means. Harry, work in a little nearer. We must be close upon the
+India Basin by this time."
+
+The order was obeyed by Young King Brady.
+
+After a few moments the wharf line became visible, the fog lifting a
+bit.
+
+Then suddenly came a break.
+
+"The basin," said the Secret Service man.
+
+"I think not," replied Old King Brady. "I think it is only the Islais
+Creek Channel. Stop the boat, Harry. We will lie off here for a few
+minutes. Perhaps we are banking too much on these hop smugglers running
+into the basin. It may be one of the warehouses on the channel here
+after all."
+
+Harry stopped the launch accordingly.
+
+The ebb tide took them back and the fog closed in on the Islais Channel.
+
+The boat ran against a wharf and the movement was stopped.
+
+"Shall I pull up, governor?" inquired Young King Brady.
+
+"No. We will rest as we are," said the old detective. "Quiet, now. Let
+us listen. I shall not remain long idle here."
+
+"It isn't the least use," growled the Secret Service man. "There won't
+be nothing doing to-night."
+
+Old King Brady made no reply.
+
+This man was a chronic kicker. He had been at it right along.
+
+But for the fact that he was also known to be a good fighter, Old King
+Brady would have dropped him.
+
+Silence and fog!
+
+Such was the situation now.
+
+For fully twenty minutes they remained thus, and the old detective was
+just about to order a move on to the India Basin when voices were heard
+at no great distance, speaking in some foreign tongue.
+
+"At last!" breathed Old King Brady. "I told you there would be something
+doing to-night, boss. Is that Chinese they are talking, Harry?"
+
+"Sounds so."
+
+"Sure it is," added the kicker.
+
+"I'll wake up Alice, then," said the old detective. "This is her job."
+
+We have not mentioned a woman who, wrapped in a heavy shawl, sat half
+reclining at Old King Brady's feet with her head resting on a corner of
+the stern seat.
+
+This was the noted female detective, Alice Montgomery, who is a full
+partner in the Brady Bureau.
+
+The daughter of a missionary, born and brought up in China, Alice,
+besides several other foreign languages, such as German, French and
+Italian, both speaks and reads Chinese.
+
+Of course, such an accomplishment was likely to prove invaluable in a
+situation like this.
+
+Old King Brady now aroused his female partner and explained.
+
+But by this time the voices had ceased.
+
+"Must be that they are in a sailboat," observed the kicker, half aloud.
+
+"Will you kindly keep quiet," breathed the old detective. "This mist is
+as good as a telephone. I want to do business to-night if I can."
+
+After a moment the voices in the mist were heard again.
+
+Alice listened attentively.
+
+"Chinese?" whispered Harry.
+
+"Yes; hush."
+
+The voices ceased.
+
+Chinese never hold continuous conversation like other people.
+
+They say what they have to say and let it go at that.
+
+This time the voices seemed to come from a greater distance.
+
+"What are they talking about?" the old detective asked.
+
+"They are trying to find the Islais Channel," whispered Alice. "They
+think they have missed their bearings."
+
+"Therein they are quite mistaken. The Islais Channel is right here.
+Didn't catch the name of any street or warehouse?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Or person?"
+
+"The name Volckman was mentioned."
+
+"Good! It may prove a valuable clew. Let us wait and listen. To attempt
+to overhaul them in the open bay would be useless, but once they enter
+the channel, we have them bottled up."
+
+"I wonder what sort of a craft they are in?" queried Harry.
+
+"It can't be either a rowboat or a launch," replied the old detective,
+"and it is hard to see how they can get around with a sailboat on a
+night like this, yet that must be what it is."
+
+"There is a breeze springing up now," observed the kicker.
+
+He had scarcely spoken when the voices were heard close to them.
+
+Evidently the ebb tide was taking the smugglers, if such they were,
+their way.
+
+They were now speaking loud and rapidly.
+
+"Draw your revolvers, boys, and be ready," breathed Old King Brady. "We
+are liable to be discovered at any moment."
+
+Alice sat listening.
+
+"They are the smugglers, all right," she presently whispered.
+
+"Sure?" asked Old King Brady.
+
+"Yes. They say----"
+
+"Never mind, Alice, unless it is something important."
+
+Still the voices continued.
+
+The smugglers appeared to be passing the launch in the direction of the
+channel.
+
+"Listen!" whispered Alice, as they presently ceased. "This is important.
+One said: 'We must hurry if we expect to save the princess. She can't
+stand it much longer.'"
+
+"What can that mean?"
+
+"The name of their boat, perhaps."
+
+"Do you think so?"
+
+"Frankly, I don't. It seemed to me as if they were speaking of a
+person."
+
+"Then they must have a woman with them. Perhaps some Chinese woman they
+are smuggling in."
+
+Suddenly a loud voice exclaimed in English: "Here's your channel now,
+you Chinks!"
+
+"Allee light! Allee light! Hully up now," came the reply.
+
+The breeze had increased. The fog was lifting a little. Certain sounds
+were heard that indicated a sailboat going about.
+
+"Shall I start up?" asked Harry.
+
+"Not yet," was the reply. "Let them get well into the channel, then we
+will close in on them."
+
+The voices died away; the time to move had come.
+
+"Now," said Old King Brady. Immediately the "chug-chug" of the motor
+made itself heard.
+
+"Bear right down upon them," ordered the old detective; "a little brisk
+action will put us on the right side of this outfit, I hope. Alice, you
+get down in the boat."
+
+Alice, brave girl that she is, protested that she was willing to take
+her chances with the rest, but Old King Brady sternly repeating the
+order, it was obeyed.
+
+A few moments of anxious suspense and a large sailboat loomed up out of
+the mist right ahead of them.
+
+Instantly Old King Brady turned a powerful electric flashlight upon it.
+
+In the boat were several boxes and bales. One box seemed particularly
+large.
+
+If this was filled with opium, Old King Brady knew that it must be very
+valuable.
+
+There were three Chinamen in the boat and one white man.
+
+"Lower your sail and surrender!" thundered Old King Brady.
+
+The white man appeared about to obey, but one of the Chinamen
+interfered.
+
+The other two immediately discharged their revolvers at the launch.
+
+The shots flew harmlessly past them, but it made the old detective vexed
+to think that he had not been the first to open fire, which he and the
+others by his command now instantly did.
+
+Whether any one was hit or not it was impossible to tell, but all four
+men at once sprang overboard and, abandoning their boat, struck out for
+the south bulkhead of the channel, which was no great distance away.
+
+"We win!" cried the old detective. "No more firing, boys. I had just as
+soon they would escape."
+
+They pushed on to the abandoned boat.
+
+The mist closed in on them and the swimmers were lost to view.
+
+Making fast to the boat, the kicker sprang aboard and lowered the sail.
+
+"A good haul, Mr. Brady," he exclaimed. "There are thousands of pounds
+of hop here, but what do you suppose is in this big box?"
+
+"That remains for us to discover," replied Old King Brady. "Is it
+heavy?"
+
+"Very," replied the kicker, weighting the box.
+
+"Never mind now. Make fast and we will pull around to the Indian Basin.
+I shall touch nothing until we are at the Government stores."
+
+The kicker obeyed, and was just about to step back into the launch, when
+Old King Brady, ordering him to remain where he was, he sat down on the
+big tin box.
+
+Instantly he jumped up again, exclaiming:
+
+"Good heavens! There is some one alive in this box!"
+
+"Ah! The princess!" cried Alice.
+
+"What did you hear?" demanded Old King Brady.
+
+"Some one spoke. There it goes again! It's a Chinaman."
+
+"Or a woman! Alice, do you think you can get aboard the sailboat without
+tumbling into the bay?"
+
+"Why, certainly," replied Alice, and she stepped aboard the sailboat
+with the kicker's aid.
+
+"Is any one in the box?" she called.
+
+"Yes. Help! Save me! I am dying in here!" came the answer in Chinese.
+
+Alice instantly repeated the words.
+
+"We must make a landing right here on the bulkhead in front of these
+warehouses," declared Old King Brady, and he gave Harry orders
+accordingly.
+
+Loaded down as the sailboat was, it would have been both difficult and
+dangerous to attempt to open the bulky box on board.
+
+Indeed, in order to get at it properly, a good portion of the contents
+of the boat would have to be removed in any case.
+
+"Ask her who she is and how she came to be there, Alice," the old
+detective called; adding:
+
+"I am assuming that it is a woman."
+
+"Yes, it's a woman," replied Alice, and she put the question.
+
+"She says she is the Princess Skeep Hup," Alice called.
+
+"Ask her how she came to be in the box."
+
+But when Alice put the question there came no reply.
+
+"I'm afraid she has fainted!" said Alice, "or, indeed, she may be dead."
+
+"A mystery!" cried Harry. "The mystery that came out of the mist."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+ALICE AND THE CHINESE PRINCESS.
+
+
+To make a quick opening of the box containing the Chinese Princess was
+quite impossible.
+
+Besides the difficulties already explained, there were others.
+
+The box was not nailed.
+
+Examination showed that it was put together with screws, and that the
+boards were of some hard wood.
+
+Air-holes bored in the sides at regular intervals showed that the
+imprisoned princess certainly ought to have no difficulty in breathing,
+and made it seem that her present unconsciousness was probably nothing
+more than a faint.
+
+The landing at the bulkhead had now been made.
+
+There appeared to be no watchman here--at least no one challenged the
+Secret Service party.
+
+Behind the bulkhead extended a row of storage warehouses.
+
+The boat had been tied up opposite a break in this row formed by a
+street extending back towards Amador street, the first of which
+parallels the Islais Creek Channel on the south.
+
+The Bradys had plenty of rope, and the work of unloading now began.
+
+Harry got into the sailboat along with the kicker and remained there.
+
+Old King Brady, Alice and the other two Secret Service men ascended to
+the bulkhead.
+
+Such boxes and opium bales as were piled on the larger box were
+transferred to the launch, and a rope made fast around the box, which
+was then hauled up, but not without considerable difficulty, and carried
+in front of the first warehouse of the row, where it was placed on the
+board platform.
+
+Alice now called again to the imprisoned princess, but received no
+answer.
+
+"I'll be blest if I see how we are ever going to get this thing open
+without a screw-driver," grumbled one of the Secret Service men.
+
+"I can supply that want," replied the old detective, who usually has a
+few tools concealed in some of the many pockets of that wonderful blue
+coat.
+
+He hastily produced it and went to work.
+
+The screw-driver was not only a small affair, but the blade folded into
+a slot in the handle.
+
+The joint being loose, it made the tool wobbly.
+
+Old King Brady soon discovered that he had attempted the impossible. He
+could not start a single screw.
+
+"This is a bad job," he exclaimed. "We shall have to lower the box
+again. I greatly fear that we are up against a murder case. If the woman
+was alive, she would surely have revived before this."
+
+"She said she was dying," replied Alice. "It begins to look as if she
+spoke the truth."
+
+"Get back to the boat," called Harry. "We may as well run around to the
+India Basin warehouse. We shall be able to open the box there."
+
+"I see no other way," replied Old King Brady, and once again he started
+to make fast the rope, when suddenly Harry called that he could hear the
+sound of oars.
+
+"Which way?" demanded the old detective.
+
+"Up the channel. Don't seem to be far off, either."
+
+"Come, boys," said Old King Brady, "we'll sneak along the bulkhead and
+see who it is. Crouch low, now. If it is the Chinamen prowling about, we
+may be able to bag them. Alice, you better go aboard the launch."
+
+"I'll stay here and watch the box," replied Alice.
+
+The old detective and the two Secret Service men now crept along the
+line of the bulkhead with their revolvers drawn.
+
+Alice quickly lost sight of them in the fog, which was now thicker than
+ever.
+
+"Alice, are you all right up there?" called Harry.
+
+"Of course," she replied. "Why not?"
+
+"I wish you would come down."
+
+"And abandon my imprisoned princess? I won't."
+
+Harry and Alice are lovers, and practically engaged.
+
+Long ago they would have been married if Alice would only consent to
+give up her work.
+
+But Alice is perfectly fascinated with the life of a detective, so the
+marriage day is forever being postponed, for Harry insists that Alice
+shall give up the business before becoming his wife.
+
+But even under their present relations he sometimes tries to force her
+to yield to his ideas more than she cares for, although he has long ago
+learned that she is a difficult person to drive.
+
+Harry knew by her tone now that Alice had made up her mind to stay just
+where she was, so he let the matter drop and was sitting in the launch
+in silence when suddenly a shot rang out.
+
+It was followed by another, and others still.
+
+Then Old King Brady shouted something in the distance, but Harry could
+not make out what he said.
+
+"Alice!" he called, "can you hear what the governor is saying?"
+
+There was no answer.
+
+"She don't seem to hear you," observed the kicker.
+
+"Alice!" shouted Harry again.
+
+Still no answer.
+
+"Can she have gone forward to see what that shooting is about?" he
+exclaimed. "It would be just like her. I'm going up to see."
+
+"I hear somebody running," cried the kicker.
+
+Just then Old King Brady was heard calling out:
+
+"Lay for them, Harry! Chinks in a boat! Coming your way!"
+
+Young King Brady listened, catching the sound of oars.
+
+But it was only for a minute.
+
+"They have either stopped or muffled their oars!" he said when he heard
+Old King Brady right above him exclaim:
+
+"Good heavens! What's this?"
+
+"Anything the matter with Alice?" cried Harry, and he went up the
+standing ladder flying.
+
+Old King Brady was peering about in the fog.
+
+The two Secret Service men were just coming up.
+
+"What is it?" cried Harry. "Where's Alice? I have called her several
+times, but she don't answer."
+
+"Why, I left her right here, and that box with her; both seem to have
+vanished," Old King Brady answered in a tone which fully betrayed his
+anxiety.
+
+But it was easy to mistake the exact position in the fog.
+
+A moment's search revealed the puzzling fact that nowhere on the
+bulkhead Alice and the heavy box containing the imprisoned princess was
+to be found.
+
+The Bradys and the Secret Service men pushed about everywhere.
+
+One of the first things they did was to turn the corner of the end
+warehouse and look there along the street.
+
+"She has been captured and carried off. She must have gone this way,"
+Harry exclaimed.
+
+"Or into one of the warehouses," said Old King Brady.
+
+"I'll get up the street. You get along by the warehouses," cried Harry,
+and he started away on the run.
+
+It was ten minutes before he returned.
+
+"Learned anything?" demanded Old King Brady, anxiously.
+
+"Nothing. I went two blocks. Didn't see a soul; no need to ask you if
+you had better luck, I suppose?"
+
+"I had none at all. I have tried the different doors, but I can't find
+any that is open now, whatever the case may have been a few minutes
+ago."
+
+And such are the circumstances of the most mysterious disappearance
+Alice has ever made, and she has made many, for, of course, troubles
+form a part of the life of a detective.
+
+Poor Harry was in despair. Old King Brady exceedingly anxious and also
+vexed with himself to think that he had not insisted upon Alice going
+aboard the boat.
+
+"And you heard no noise of any kind?" he asked for the third time.
+
+"Not a sound," replied Harry. "I was sitting quiet in the boat, too."
+
+"When was the last you heard her speak?"
+
+"Just before the firing began. Was it you who fired?"
+
+"We fired back at three Chinamen who fired on us from a boat."
+
+"Sailboat--rowboat?"
+
+"Rowboat. Didn't you hear the sound of oars?"
+
+"Yes, yes! I am so rattled that I hardly know what I'm saying. What on
+earth shall we do?"
+
+"We have to look after our captured opium, too. You remain here, Harry,
+and Leggett can stop with you. I'll run the stuff around into the India
+Basin and make sure of it. Don't you go doing the disappearance act
+now."
+
+"Same to you, governor. Oh, these Chinks! I wish we might never have
+another mix-up with them."
+
+Old King Brady made no reply, but hastily descended to the launch, which
+towed the captured sailboat to a bonded warehouse on the India Basin,
+where Secret Service men were waiting to receive them.
+
+It was daybreak before he got back to the Islais Creek Channel again.
+
+The fog had vanished with the night, and a hot August wind was blowing
+the sand about after the usual San Francisco style.
+
+Harry and the Secret Service man were standing on the bulkhead.
+
+"Have you learned anything?" demanded Old King Brady as the launch drew
+near.
+
+"Not a thing, worse luck," replied Harry. "If ever there was a mystery
+it is this."
+
+"It is certainly a bad job," replied the old detective, "but such as it
+is we must make the best of it. Let us wait for the opening up of these
+warehouses. Information of some sort may come from a quarter we least
+suspect."
+
+Seven o'clock came, bringing with it the men connected with the
+warehouses.
+
+Among them was the dock foreman, who demanded the Bradys' business.
+
+He seemed slightly startled when he saw the Secret Service shield.
+
+"Who is Volckman?" demanded the old detective, abruptly.
+
+"I am Volckman," was the reply.
+
+"What's your position here?"
+
+"I am dock foreman."
+
+"Which means that you have charge of the laborers?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Who is superintendent of these stores?"
+
+"Mr. Renshaw."
+
+"When is he due here?"
+
+"Eight o'clock."
+
+"Will he remain here right along after that?"
+
+"Yes; all day."
+
+"I want to see Mr. Renshaw. Tell him Old King Brady was speaking to you,
+and that he will return in about an hour."
+
+The Bradys went away in their launch then, going to breakfast at the
+Palace Hotel, where they were staying.
+
+The first thing Old King Brady did upon their arrival at the hotel was
+to call up Secret Service Commissioner Narraway and tell him of their
+partial success.
+
+He did not mention Alice's disappearance nor the matter of the Chinese
+princess, leaving these things to be communicated by word of mouth later
+on when, it was to be hoped, he would understand them better himself.
+
+Breakfast over, the Bradys lost no time in keeping their appointment
+with Mr. Renshaw, who proved to be a civil, intelligent gentleman.
+
+Old King Brady at once explained the whole situation.
+
+"This certainly seems to be a serious piece of business," said Mr.
+Renshaw after hearing the old detective through. "I can't understand
+what brought these Chinamen here or how they came to use Mr. Volckman's
+name. Is there no possibility of Miss Montgomery being mistaken?"
+
+"I don't think so. Her knowledge of Chinese is excellent."
+
+"And her disappearance a serious matter for you, I realize. I can't
+imagine that she and this singular box can have been taken into any of
+our warehouses."
+
+"You have perfect confidence in Volckman?"
+
+"Always have had. Would you like to question him? I will send for him if
+you wish."
+
+"No; I think not. I certainly do suspect the man of being mixed up in
+this business, but it will do no good to make him aware of it; still I
+should like to be given the opportunity to search these warehouses in
+every part."
+
+"And so you shall. I will go with you myself. If there is any crooked
+work going on here I want to know it."
+
+The search was made accordingly, but nothing came of it.
+
+"Listen, Mr. Renshaw," said the old detective as they were about to
+part. "To-day a laboring man will apply for work at this office. He
+wants to be hired and given a job, which will enable him to watch
+Volckman."
+
+"I understand," was the reply, "and so it shall be."
+
+And so it was. Secret Service man Leggett, an excellent detective in his
+way, was the person selected, but three days passed, and at the end of
+that time he had nothing to report.
+
+Nor had a word been heard of Alice.
+
+This time her disappearance seemed to be a serious matter.
+
+The Bradys exhausted every effort to find her, but in vain.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+LUNG & LUNG.
+
+
+It is needless to dwell upon the anxiety of the Bradys over the strange
+vanishing of their accomplished partner.
+
+They were otherwise very seriously inconvenienced.
+
+The Secret Service people, satisfied with the very valuable haul the
+detectives had made in the line of smuggled opium, now called them off.
+
+The Bradys are not regular Secret Service men.
+
+They have, however, an arrangement with the Government under which their
+services can be claimed at any time.
+
+The day after Alice's disappearance Old King Brady was notified by Mr.
+Narraway that the regular force would finish up the matter, inasmuch as
+he felt satisfied that the heavy loss they had sustained must have
+bankrupted the smugglers.
+
+Thus under ordinary circumstances the detectives would have made haste
+to cross the continent and get back to their own business in New York.
+
+As it was, they had no idea of leaving San Francisco yet awhile, of
+course.
+
+Each day was devoted to the search for Alice.
+
+Even the police took a hand in the game, much as Old King Brady dislikes
+to have them mix up in his affairs, but as we have said before, it was
+all in vain.
+
+On the morning of the fourth day before the Bradys had yet left the
+hotel, a page announced that a Chinaman wished to speak to the old
+detective, and at the same time he handed in a business card printed in
+English on one side, and in Chinese on the other.
+
+The English side read thus:
+
+    LUNG & LUNG,
+    GENERAL IMPORTERS,
+    1015 Dupont Street,
+    San Francisco, Cal.
+
+    Ah Lung
+    Gee Lung
+    Wun Lung.
+
+"The whole Lung family," remarked the old detective, looking at the
+card. "Show the man up."
+
+It proved to be Ah Lung who came.
+
+He was a very much Americanized proposition, California born and college
+educated.
+
+In short, both in dress, intelligence and manner he was as perfect a
+specimen of a Chinese gentleman as the Bradys had ever seen.
+
+Before proceeding further we must pause to explain that while the Bradys
+through their influence had been able to keep the matter of Alice's
+disappearance and the boxed-up princess off the police blotter, and so
+out of the papers, it was an open secret among the force.
+
+Consequently it was no surprise to the detectives to have this Chinaman
+at once allude to it.
+
+"Mr. Brady," he began, "I want you if you will to take up an important
+matter for our firm, which you will find upon investigation, if you are
+not already aware of it, stands high in San Francisco commercial
+circles."
+
+Old King Brady had heard of the firm of Lung & Lung, and said so. He
+doubted, however, if he cared to take up a case for them.
+
+"It is work you are already engaged in," replied Ah Lung quickly. "It
+concerns the Chinese princess, Skeep Hup, who disappeared along with
+your Miss Montgomery the other day."
+
+"What do you know about that?" demanded Old King Brady, "and who told
+you?"
+
+"My information comes through my cousin, who is interpreter at police
+headquarters," replied Ah Lung. "I am prepared to tell you what I know
+of the Chinese princess. I suppose the information will interest you in
+any case."
+
+"It certainly will," said the old detective. "Fire away, Mr. Lung. This
+puts altogether a different face on the matter."
+
+"It is this way," continued Ah Lung. "I have had frequent occasion in
+the course of business to visit China, and, being a merchant, am allowed
+to come and go as I please. When in Pekin, some three years ago, I was
+introduced to this Chinese princess, as you have called her. She is not
+actually a member of the Imperial family, but the daughter of a very
+wealthy Mandarin. I fell in love with her, and it was finally arranged
+that we should marry. It was my intention to go to China after her, but
+the illness of my brother Wun prevented it, so she started to come to
+me. I supposed her to be a passenger on the Manchuria, the last steamer
+in from China. I was so informed by letters I received, but when I went
+to meet her at the wharf, I was surprised to learn that her name was not
+on the passenger list. Both the purser and the steward informed me that
+she had not been seen on the steamer.
+
+"I immediately cabled to China, but it was only to be told that she had
+started for Shanghai with the intention of taking passage on the
+Manchuria, and that it was supposed by the family that she had done so.
+She traveled from Pekin in company of a man named Wang Foo, a cousin of
+hers. This person was to return to Pekin after seeing the princess off.
+He had failed to put in an appearance at the time the answer to my
+cablegram was sent, nor had anything been heard from him.
+
+"You can imagine my anxiety, gentlemen. I was quite at a loss to know
+what to do when my cousin told me the story of your adventures with that
+bunch of opium smugglers. That was late last night, and not wishing to
+disturb you, I put off my call until this morning. If you can find my
+intended, you will probably also solve the mystery of the disappearance
+of your partner. It is up to you."
+
+"Oh we will take up your case, of course, Mr. Lung," said Old King
+Brady. "Have you any idea what the motive for all this can be? Any
+starting clew to give us?"
+
+"None whatever. I am just as much in the dark over the matter as you
+are."
+
+"Suppose this Wang Foo wanted to marry the princess?"
+
+"Would he box her up and treat her as he has if he loved her?" put in
+Harry, speaking for the first time.
+
+"Listen," said Ah Lung, "Chinamen are not all fiends, as you may think."
+
+"I don't think so," retorted Harry. "There are white fiends as well as
+yellow fiends."
+
+"You are more liberal-minded than most of your race," replied the
+Chinaman, "but we will leave the white fiends out of the question.
+Yellow ones there certainly are in this town, and I greatly fear that it
+is into their hands the princess has fallen."
+
+"Is there money coming to the man who marries her?" demanded Old King
+Brady, abruptly.
+
+"That's just it. There was $20,000 of what you call dowry to go with the
+princess. As you are probably aware, among my people women rarely carry
+with them dowry. On the other hand, men who want to marry have to pay
+for their wives--buy them, you call it, though I never could understand
+where the difference comes in between paying for husbands, as is done
+right along in America. However, that is not the point. In this case it
+is different. The Princess Skeep Hup had in her own right $10,000, given
+to her by her mother. As our women do not take care of their own money
+matters, that money was to come to me. It was sent to me by mail in the
+form of a draft on the Bank of California, and I have it now, so that
+can't be the reason for kidnaping the princess, you see."
+
+"All of which makes the mystery additionally puzzling," said Old King
+Brady. "But now listen, you, Mr. Lung. There is but just one thing
+certain in this case outside of the fact that a voice from that box told
+Miss Montgomery that the Princess Skeep Hup was inside, which I, knowing
+her knowledge of Chinese, believe."
+
+"So do I," declared Ah Lung, emphatically. "I know Miss Montgomery by
+reputation, and can well believe it. But this one thing you speak of!"
+
+"Is the fact that the matter was managed by opium smugglers. If we can
+catch on to who these people were we may stand some chance of success in
+our chase after this Chinese princess."
+
+Ah Lung sat silent for some time.
+
+"What you say is true," he said at last. "I could help you in that
+if----"
+
+"Well, if?"
+
+"If I could feel sure that the Secret Service people would not interfere
+with me."
+
+"In other words, Lung & Lung sometimes deal in smuggled hop."
+
+"I make no statements. What I want is a guarantee."
+
+"Assure me upon your honor that you are not mixed up with this gang and
+you shall have it."
+
+"Oh, I do, Mr. Brady; indeed I do. The worst Lung & Lung have ever done
+is to buy cheap opium without asking questions."
+
+"Very well, I accept that. Do what you will. I want to help you out and
+to help myself out at the same time. Now then, what do you propose?"
+
+"Listen here," said Ah Lung, lowering his voice. "You Secret Service men
+captured a lot of that opium the other night, but you didn't get it all
+by any means. There was another boat load which ran in ahead of the one
+you captured."
+
+"I can well believe it. The people in that boat fired at me in the fog."
+
+"I am told that Young King Brady is very successful in masquerading as a
+Chinaman."
+
+"Who told you that?" demanded Harry.
+
+"My cousin at Police Headquarters."
+
+"And what about it?"
+
+"Can you meet me to-night at eight o'clock at our store on Dupont street
+so disguised?"
+
+"I could, of course. But why?"
+
+"I must not tell, but you can guess. I have an appointment. I want you
+with me."
+
+"I'll go, but there is one thing you must understand, I can't speak
+Chinese. I always play the dummy when I disguise that way."
+
+"That will be all right. I was born in San Francisco, and, as it
+happens, brought up in a part of the city where I associated only with
+English-speaking children. My own knowledge of the Chinese language is
+very poor. I never speak it unless I am obliged to. I won't speak it in
+this interview. You can and shall be a witness to all that is said. I
+know you play the dummy when in Chinese disguise. I want you to play it
+to-night."
+
+"Settled then," said Harry, "I will be on hand."
+
+There was some further talk, but as it developed nothing, it is not
+worth recording.
+
+Soon after Ah Lung left.
+
+"A lucky thing this matter came up, governor," observed Harry.
+
+"It promises well," replied the old detective. "That's about all we can
+say for it, but we must work ahead just as though it had not come up."
+
+It was a busy day the Bradys put in, but nothing came of it.
+
+Towards five o'clock Harry turned up at the hotel, where he found a note
+from Old King Brady, reading:
+
+     "DEAR HARRY: I have just had a call over the 'phone from Leggett.
+     He wants to see me at the Harper House, on Mission street, and
+     that's where I am going now. Don't know what for, but I suppose it
+     relates to Volckman. Don't wait for me. Be very careful of yourself
+     to-night.
+
+     "O. K. B."
+
+Was the caution needed?
+
+It certainly was.
+
+For a detective to mix up with Chinese opium smugglers in Chinatown, San
+Francisco, is always dangerous.
+
+But Young King Brady felt confidence in Ah Lung.
+
+Not only had he taken a liking to the man, personally, but having gone
+to the trouble to look him up in a business way, he found that the
+standing of the firm in white circles was very high.
+
+"Half a million capital invested," one person stated.
+
+"Good for anything they want to buy here," another firm declared.
+
+"Squarest Chinese house in San Francisco," said another, and so on.
+
+So Harry made his Chinese disguise, and at eight o'clock turned up at
+the handsome new store on Dupont street, near Sacramento, where the Lung
+Brothers held forth.
+
+Inquiring for Ah Lung, he came up against his brother Wun, who was quite
+a different proposition, being in native dress and speaking broken
+English.
+
+"Ah, him go joss house," he said. "Say, you comee longer me. Meetee him
+dlere."
+
+Harry assented, and to the new Jackson street joss house, the most
+important Chinese temple of America, they went.
+
+The big hall contained many Chinamen, most of them standing around with
+their hats on talking business, for this joss house has a good deal of
+the character of a Chinese commercial exchange.
+
+But there were worshipers there before the idols, if they can be so
+called.
+
+Really, it bears no resemblance to Christian worship.
+
+When a Chinaman gets down on his knees before the idols and throws joss
+sticks out of a box just as a gambler would throw dice, he is consulting
+the spirits of his ancestors as to what course to take in business, love
+or pleasure. Just this and nothing more.
+
+There were about twenty Chinamen thus engaged when Harry entered the
+Jackson street joss house, and among them he spied Ah Lung throwing the
+sticks for all he was worth.
+
+"Dlere he be. We waitee," said Wun Lung. "Him findee out what go to
+happen to-night."
+
+So Harry stood waiting while the joss stick throwing went merrily on.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+ALICE PASSES THROUGH THE DOOR OF DEATH.
+
+
+What then had happened to Alice?
+
+What did happen never could have happened but for the fog, which it will
+be remembered blew in more thickly just about the time she disappeared.
+
+Alice stood watching the box, never thinking of danger, when suddenly a
+cloth of some sort was thrown over her head from behind, and by a strong
+hand gathered in about her throat.
+
+No doubt she had been closely watched previous to this by sharp eyes
+peering out of the mist.
+
+The thing was done so suddenly that Alice was taken wholly unawares, and
+when a voice said in Chinese: "There are two revolvers covering you,
+Miss Montgomery; utter a sound and you will be instantly shot," all she
+could do was to submit, especially as the voice added: "And Young King
+Brady as well."
+
+"No shooting," she said. "I yield."
+
+Her voice was sadly muffled under the big piece of burlap which had been
+thrown over her head.
+
+Her arm was now clutched and she was drawn forward, the hand still
+retaining its grip on her throat.
+
+She was so startled and mixed up that she could not tell in which
+direction she was being led, but they did not take her far.
+
+Suddenly the clutch at her throat was released.
+
+"Step up," said the voice. "I am about to assist you into an auto. Be
+careful. There! All right now. Sit down and behave yourself and you will
+slip through this trial easy enough."
+
+Was it a Chinaman who was speaking?
+
+Certainly the voice was that of an Oriental of some sort, but to Alice
+it sounded more like the voice of an educated Japanese, although the
+language was that of the other race.
+
+"May I have my head free now?" she asked. "I am stifling."
+
+"Just a moment," was the reply. "They are bringing the box. When we
+start you shall be relieved."
+
+She heard them come; the box was lifted into the car, which seemed to be
+a long, three-seated affair, as near as Alice could judge.
+
+Then the start was made, and so noiselessly was it all managed that
+there had scarce been a sound.
+
+Immediately the burlap was withdrawn from Alice's head.
+
+The car proved to be a closed one. By the light of its lamps Alice was
+able to get an uncertain view of her companion.
+
+She shuddered as she recognized him.
+
+"So it is you, Dr. Garshaski!" she breathed.
+
+"Yes, Miss Montgomery, it is I," replied the man, speaking now in
+English. "I trust you will pardon this step on my part. It all came
+about by accident. I saw you standing there and I could not resist the
+temptation to at once seize upon the opportunity, and the woman of all
+others whom I devotedly love."
+
+Alice's heart sank.
+
+There were three other men in the car.
+
+The chauffeur was white, but the two seated on the box, which was
+crowded in front of the middle seat, were Chinese in American dress.
+
+They sat on the seat with their feet on the box, silent and stolid
+looking.
+
+Certainly there was nothing to be hoped for from an appeal to them.
+
+Did Alice know this Dr. Garshaski?
+
+She did, indeed.
+
+Harry's anxiety would have been more intense even than it was could he
+have suspected the truth.
+
+But there was no possible reason why he should suspect it. He believed
+this man to be in China or Japan.
+
+The story is this:
+
+About two years before it became necessary in a certain case to engage a
+detective who could speak both Chinese and Japanese.
+
+Such a combination is much rarer than might be supposed.
+
+Old King Brady applied to the Secret Service people, for it was on their
+work that the man was needed.
+
+They had such a person in stock, it seemed, and Dr. Garshaski, born of a
+Japanese father and a Chinese mother in the city of Shanghai, was sent
+to New York to co-operate with the Brady Bureau.
+
+They won out in the case all right, but they got more than they
+bargained for in this man, who really was a doctor and a graduate of a
+New England medical college.
+
+From the very outset he began making love to Alice, and in the most
+extravagant fashion.
+
+After the case was over he threw up his position as a Secret Service
+detective and remained in New York, pestering Alice beyond endurance.
+
+Harry threw him out of the office at an early stage of the game.
+
+He then wrote letters, threatening Harry's life.
+
+Alice was deluged with silly love epistles; he dogged her in the streets
+and waylaid her when she came and went from her rooms on Waverly Place.
+
+In short, he made himself such a nuisance that Old King Brady had him
+arrested and bound over to keep the peace.
+
+His next and last move was to make a pretended attempt at suicide on
+Alice's door-step.
+
+Again he was arrested and got the usual penalty.
+
+Then he wrote a whining letter to Old King Brady, asking help to get
+out, and promising to go to Shanghai.
+
+Alice interceded. He was released.
+
+The Bradys thought they had good reason for believing that he had kept
+his word.
+
+But if he went he must have come back again, for here he was, sitting
+beside Alice in the automobile.
+
+No wonder her heart failed her, but to the doctor's latest declaration
+of love she calmly replied:
+
+"Once you told me you were the son of a Japanese gentleman, doctor.
+Don't forget it now."
+
+"Never, Alice! Never! I intend that you shall marry me. A man could not
+act otherwise than as a gentleman towards a woman whom he hopes to make
+his wife."
+
+"Well spoken," said Alice, with a sigh. "Do these men understand
+English?" she added, trying to speak in her ordinary tone.
+
+"Not a word."
+
+"And the chauffeur?"
+
+"Is a French-Canadian; but he can't hear. Did Old King Brady get that
+boat load of opium?"
+
+"Yes. Are you interested in it?"
+
+"I am."
+
+"Did you go to China?"
+
+"Certainly; I have made two trips to China since I last saw you."
+
+"What is it about this unfortunate Chinese woman in the box?"
+
+"That's a private matter. Were you my wife, as you soon will be, you
+should know. As it is, I can't tell you--at least not yet."
+
+"I am afraid she is dead, doctor."
+
+"Not the least danger, Alice."
+
+She did not correct this familiar form of speech.
+
+"Were you speaking to her in Chinese?" he asked.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"What did she tell you?"
+
+"Nothing except that she was the Princess Skeep Hup."
+
+"That is so."
+
+"Why have you captured her?"
+
+"It is not my business. It was done for another."
+
+"And you are taking her to Chinatown?"
+
+"Yes; that is where we are going."
+
+"Speak to her, or let those men speak. I am sure she is in trouble.
+After the first she would not answer me."
+
+"She is drugged. I suppose for the moment she came out from under the
+influence. I am surprised that she did."
+
+"But, doctor, I heard some one say before we captured the boat that if
+they didn't hurry up the princess would die. What about that?"
+
+"The man didn't know what he was talking about. I am an expert chemist.
+It is no morphine sleep the woman is in. I have used a Chinese drug of
+which chemists in this country know nothing. I should hate to have to
+use it on you."
+
+"Don't you dare try it, doctor."
+
+"Listen. We have to leave this auto soon. I warn you, Alice, not to
+attempt to make me trouble. Just so sure as you do, you will get your
+dose."
+
+Alice was silent.
+
+She preferred Dr. Garshaski's threats to his love-making. It was a
+relief to find that he was not disposed to try the latter now.
+
+They were rapidly approaching Chinatown.
+
+At last they hit Dupont street and ran on to Washington, where they
+turned up the hill, stopping in front of China alley.
+
+The Chinamen jumped out and stood for a moment.
+
+"All right, the coast is clear, doctor," one said in Chinese.
+
+"Take the box out and be quick," replied the doctor.
+
+This was done.
+
+Staggering under their load, the two Chinamen disappeared down the
+alley.
+
+"Now, Alice!" said the doctor, when presently they returned.
+
+"Dr. Garshaski, be sensible and let me go about my business," said
+Alice, in her calmest fashion, for she realized that it would be more
+than useless to display excitement now.
+
+"No," replied the doctor. "No, it cannot be. I have begun, and I am
+going to see the thing through. That's all there is about it."
+
+He got out and extended his hand to Alice, who accepted it and alighted.
+
+The two Chinks closed in behind her.
+
+In a few seconds they had vanished down China alley, where there was no
+hope of rescue, for although the alley is not the dark, mysterious
+affair it used to be before the great fire, it still retains much of its
+old character, and is a mighty dangerous place at night.
+
+They did not have far to go; the doctor retained his hold on Alice's
+arm.
+
+She had heard the click of cocking revolvers behind her, so knew what to
+expect.
+
+Suddenly the doctor turned in at a dark doorway and hurried Alice up an
+equally dark flight of stairs.
+
+This brought them to a long hall, which appeared to run through to
+Dupont street.
+
+Much of this property is now owned by American-born Chinese.
+
+The new structures erected on it were built to suit themselves.
+
+Just how true it it we cannot tell, but there are those who claim that
+the underground dens of Chinatown are not wiped out by any means; even
+that some of them have been reconstructed on more extensive lines.
+
+The doctor halted before a door at what seemed about midway in the long
+hall and proceeded to unlock it with a key.
+
+"In with you, Alice," he said, and he pushed her gently into what seemed
+to be a small elevator.
+
+Following her, the Chinaman crowded in behind her.
+
+The doctor clutched the wire rope, and the machine started to descend.
+
+"You see I'm letting you into all our secrets, Alice," he said with a
+grin. "I haven't required you to blindfold."
+
+If this was an attempt to start a flirtation it failed, for Alice made
+no reply.
+
+This elevator descended three stories; they had ascended but one flight
+of stairs, consequently they must be under ground, Alice reasoned.
+
+It stopped, and the doctor opened a door.
+
+Here there was a long passage little resembling the ugly secret passages
+of old Chinatown.
+
+This one was plastered, and from the walls hung Chinese mottoes.
+
+There were lights at intervals, and many doors opening off from it.
+
+Alice saw that it must extend through from China alley to Dupont street.
+
+The doors all had Chinese characters on them.
+
+These were not numbers.
+
+Each carried with it the word "door"; each was modified in some way.
+
+Thus there was the "door of hope," the "door of knowledge," the "door of
+wisdom," and so on.
+
+Alice, who could read the characters, found herself quite at a loss to
+imagine why they should be thus applied.
+
+At last they came to one bearing a character which signified the "door
+of death."
+
+Here the doctor paused.
+
+Determined not to give him the satisfaction of displaying any curiosity,
+Alice stood waiting for the doctor to speak.
+
+He pointed to the character and said in English:
+
+"I suppose you haven't forgotten how to read your Chinese?"
+
+"No; I haven't forgotten."
+
+"You see what that says?"
+
+"Yes; I see."
+
+"It may or may not apply to you, Alice."
+
+"I suppose you are about to add, 'all depends upon yourself.'"
+
+"Exactly."
+
+"Dr. Garshaski, I tried to treat you well. While another would have left
+you in prison, I induced Old King Brady to get you out. I must say I
+don't think you are treating me well to-night."
+
+"Better than you think for. Another situated as I was when I suddenly
+met you would surely have shot your lover, Young King Brady. I spared
+his life."
+
+"I thank you for that."
+
+"Waste no time in thanking me. Look at the character on the door
+directly behind us. What does it say?"
+
+"The door of love."
+
+"Well, Alice, which door shall it be? It is for you to decide."
+
+"Nonsense, doctor. Don't be ridiculous. I am in your power. Get ahead
+and let us end all this."
+
+"Will you marry me, Alice? I will make you a good husband. What is more,
+I am in a good paying business now. If my schemes succeed I am in a fair
+way to become rich."
+
+"No, I won't. That's final."
+
+"Once again I ask you, Alice."
+
+"And once again I refuse!" cried Alice, stamping her foot, for she was
+beginning to lose patience at last.
+
+The two Chinamen stood grinning at each other.
+
+If they did not understand English they at least must have had a pretty
+good idea of what was going on.
+
+They seemed to be highly amused.
+
+"And now for the third time I ask you," continued the doctor, "will you
+marry me?"
+
+"Never!" cried Alice. "Not if you were the last man on earth!"
+
+"Then that settles it, Alice Montgomery!" he said, sternly. "The door
+you enter shall be the door of death!"
+
+He unlocked it and threw it open.
+
+Inside Alice could see nothing. It appeared to be just across the
+passage.
+
+But before she had time to think twice about it the two Chinamen gave
+her a sudden push.
+
+The doctor jumped aside and poor Alice went flying through the door of
+death.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+OLD KING BRADY GETS DOWN TO BUSINESS.
+
+
+Harper's Hotel, on Mission street, both before and since the fire was
+always a great resort for Secret Service men.
+
+In fact, the proprietor himself was formerly one.
+
+As it happened, this was one of the few buildings in that part of the
+city which escaped the fire, so the public house at which Old King Brady
+turned up late that afternoon was the same old Harper's Hotel.
+
+Detective Leggett, disguised as a dock laborer, sat in the cafe playing
+dominoes with another Secret Service man.
+
+The minute he saw Old King Brady, without waiting to finish the game, he
+pushed the dominoes aside and made a sign for the old detective to
+follow, then leading him upstairs.
+
+"I'm living here just now," he said. "I don't know as you know it."
+
+"No; I didn't know," was the reply. "Have you caught on to anything?"
+
+"I think so. Volckman's a sly one, but I have had a good chance to watch
+him. He quit an hour earlier than usual to-night. So did I, and I
+trailed him to China alley and saw him go into a crib there."
+
+"Good for you! What kind of a crib?"
+
+"Oh, there is supposed to be about everything that is crooked going on
+there. Mock Ting's restaurant is on the ground floor of the Dupont
+street side. There's a fan-tan joint on the third floor. I understand
+there are underground rooms. I don't actually know any of them to be
+opium joints, but I have no doubt that some of them are."
+
+"It's enough that you have tracked Volckman there. What do you propose?"
+
+"It's up to you, Mr. Brady. I have no pull in Chinatown. That is what we
+want."
+
+"It surely is. I used to have a lot, but times have changed. I hardly
+know who to apply to now. I hate to ring in a wardman."
+
+"I wouldn't," said Leggett, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I don't
+believe it would pay. I'm ready to bust ahead with you and take our
+chances."
+
+"I have little faith in that, either. Volckman doesn't look like a man
+who used opium. He must have had special business to call him there. But
+let us get down there, anyway."
+
+This conversation took place in Leggett's room upstairs.
+
+"Better drop this rig, hadn't I?" he asked.
+
+"I think so."
+
+"If we only had some one who could speak Chinese."
+
+"Get ready," said the old detective, impatiently. "We'll go ahead and do
+the best we can."
+
+It was about six o'clock when they reached the House of the Seven
+Delights.
+
+"We'll take supper in the restaurant as a starter," said Old King Brady.
+"It is not impossible that I may strike somebody I know."
+
+They entered to find the place reasonably full.
+
+The old detective picked out a central table, from which they could see
+in all directions.
+
+Supper was ordered, and they had almost finished when Old King Brady
+suddenly said:
+
+"There's a man I know. Just sitting at the third table on the left as
+you come in from the door."
+
+Leggett looked.
+
+"A Jap, isn't he?"
+
+"Half Japanese and half Chinese. Don't you know him?"
+
+"No."
+
+"You will be surprised, then, when I tell you that he was once a Secret
+Service man."
+
+"Is that so? He never operated in San Francisco in my time, then. What's
+his name?"
+
+"Dr. Garshaski."
+
+"Is he really a doctor?"
+
+"Yes. I certainly ought to know him. He made me trouble enough. I don't
+like this. I thought the man was in China."
+
+An inkling of the truth dawned upon Old King Brady.
+
+The sight of Dr. Garshaski had stirred him more than he would have cared
+to own.
+
+"If Alice fell into the clutches of that fellow, then heaven help her!"
+he thought.
+
+He hardly knew whether he ought to show himself to the doctor or attempt
+to trail him.
+
+But the matter promptly settled itself.
+
+Dr. Garshaski saw him.
+
+Old King Brady, who was watching him closely, did not fail to note the
+start he gave.
+
+He immediately got up, and the old detective thought it was with the
+intention of leaving the restaurant, but instead of that he came forward
+to their table and, putting out both hands, exclaimed:
+
+"Mr. Brady! I am rejoiced! My best friend! My savior, I may say! Well,
+well!"
+
+Old King Brady shook hands and invited the doctor to sit down,
+introducing Leggett as a Secret Service man.
+
+"Do you mind if I take my supper at this table?" asked the doctor.
+
+"Not at all," was the reply.
+
+Having come up with the man, it seemed to the old detective that he
+might as well listen to anything he had to say.
+
+"I thought you were going to China, doctor?" he began.
+
+"Did go," replied the doctor. "I have been across twice since I saw you.
+How is Young King Brady?"
+
+"Well."
+
+"In San Francisco?"
+
+"I don't know where he is just now. He is working for a man on a private
+matter. It is some little time since I heard from him."
+
+"And--I almost hesitate to ask for reasons such as you--you know, Mr.
+Brady. How is that loveliest of her sex, Miss Montgomery?"
+
+Old King Brady's eyes were right upon him as he quietly answered:
+
+"I cannot tell you, doctor."
+
+"Cannot tell! Has the partnership been dissolved, then?"
+
+"Temporarily, yes."
+
+"You speak strangely, Mr. Brady. I hope and trust that nothing has gone
+wrong in that direction. You need not fear to trust me. I have quite
+recovered from my mad folly, I assure you."
+
+"Something has gone very wrong, doctor. It is now several days since
+Miss Montgomery disappeared right here in San Francisco."
+
+The doctor threw up his hands dramatically.
+
+"Don't tell me that!" he cried. "Under what circumstances?"
+
+"The circumstances belong to Secret Service business. I cannot state
+them. It may be, however, that she has fallen into the hands of your
+people."
+
+"Now, don't call the Chinese my people. I am the son of a Japanese
+gentleman, as you well know. You touch me deeply. If there is anything I
+can do to help, command me."
+
+"You are very kind. And your address?"
+
+The doctor produced a card.
+
+The address it bore was a number on Stockton street.
+
+"I have a room in that house just at present," he said.
+
+Leggett sat quiet through all this.
+
+Still engaging the doctor in conversation, the old detective trod on his
+toe.
+
+The signal was returned.
+
+Old King Brady felt that he had been understood, when the Secret Service
+man suddenly arose and said:
+
+"Will you excuse me, Mr. Brady? I have to keep that appointment with
+Holes."
+
+"Go on," said Old King Brady. "You are a bit late for it now."
+
+He left himself as soon as the doctor's supper was served.
+
+Going around on to China alley, he found Leggett somewhat disguised
+watching the rear entrance to the house of the Seven Delights.
+
+"That man must be shadowed," he said. "It is useless for me to undertake
+it other than in a general way. He has worked for me and knows my
+methods of disguising. He is as keen as a razor. Some time ago he fell
+madly in love with Miss Montgomery, and we had all kinds of trouble with
+him. I am afraid he is at the bottom of her disappearance."
+
+"I'm on the job. Where shall I lay for him? Here or in front?"
+
+"In front."
+
+"Will I do as I am?"
+
+"It's the best you can do at short notice. Listen. You saw him give me
+his card. I am going to his room on Stockton street. If I can get in I
+shall not hesitate to give it a good overhauling. I must be quick. Do
+the best you can for me, Leggett."
+
+The Secret Service man gave his promise and Old King Brady hurried away.
+
+The Stockton street house proved to be a four-story brick tenement
+filled with Japanese.
+
+There was a bell-board with names on it, but that of Dr. Garshaski did
+not appear.
+
+Old King Brady had just finished studying the names when a Jap came out
+through the open door.
+
+The old detective showed the doctor's card.
+
+"Know him?" he asked.
+
+But the man appeared to be short on English.
+
+"No know," he said. Then pointing inside he made the old detective
+understand that he was to inquire at the last door on the right, which
+he did.
+
+This proved to be the janitor, whose English was quite understandable.
+
+"Top floor," he said. "He only hire room of 'nother man. Las' door
+left."
+
+Old King Brady traveled up the stairs.
+
+He felt that he was running every risk of discovery by the doctor.
+
+Encountering no one in the upper hall, he knocked lightly on the door.
+
+There was no answer.
+
+Producing his skeleton keys, he easily mastered the lock.
+
+It was only a bedroom. There was but little furniture.
+
+On the top of a chiffonier was Alice's picture in an elaborate gilt
+frame, which did not bear out the doctor's assurance that he had got
+over being love-sick.
+
+Without losing an instant the old detective opened the drawers of this
+chiffonier and began disturbing things as little as possible.
+
+It was not until the lower drawer was reached that he found anything to
+interest him.
+
+The first was a bunch of three letters fastened by a rubber band.
+
+There were other letters, some in Japanese and some in Chinese.
+
+These, however, were in English, and when Old King Brady caught the
+signature, "R. Volckman," he knew that he had made a discovery.
+
+This letter was brief enough. It read:
+
+     "DEAR SIR: Yours receipted. I shall be ready for you at 2 thirty.
+     All serene. R. VOLCKMAN."
+
+"This settles it," muttered the old detective. "Volckman has been
+standing in with these opium smugglers all right, and the doctor is in
+the deal. I shall arrest the man on sight."
+
+He ran over the other letters.
+
+All related to the landing of the smuggled opium.
+
+In one Volckman agreed to furnish boats to the Chinese smugglers, with
+men to take charge of them.
+
+The other was a demand to know when and where he could meet Dr.
+Garshaski.
+
+There was no mention of the Chinese princess nor of Alice.
+
+Old King Brady pocketed the letters and proceeded to examine a trunk,
+which he opened with a skeleton key.
+
+Here he found other letters and photographs of several Chinese and
+Japanese women.
+
+All the letters appeared to be in these languages, as the old detective
+hastily ran over them.
+
+There was one photograph of a very peculiar looking young woman who was
+not altogether unhandsome.
+
+She was dressed in a fancy Mexican costume.
+
+To the old detective she looked as if she might be of mixed stock,
+Mexican and Chinese, or Mexican and Japanese.
+
+But as none of these things interested the old detective, he returned
+them to the trunk and closed it.
+
+Scarce had he done so when there came a knock on the door, which had not
+been locked.
+
+Of course, this could not be the doctor.
+
+Thinking that it might lead to some further discovery, Old King Brady
+slipped into a closet and remained on the watch through the crack of the
+door.
+
+Again came the knocking, a little more insistent, and then the door
+opened and a young woman very stylishly dressed walked into the room.
+
+A glance was sufficient to identify her as the original of the
+photograph the old detective had just been looking at.
+
+She stood peering about as if expecting Dr. Garshaski to jump out at her
+from the closet or under the bed.
+
+Then suddenly she made a rush for the chiffonier, seized the gilt frame,
+pulled Alice's picture out of it, spit on it, tore it to pieces, and
+stamped it under her feet, her eyes blazing with jealous rage and hate.
+
+It was easy now to see that the girl--she was little more--was a
+Mexican-Chinese half-breed.
+
+"Ah ha, my lady!" thought Old King Brady, "I see how the case stands!
+It's to be hoped that you speak English. You may prove a very valuable
+ally. I'm glad now that I came here."
+
+He stepped out into full view.
+
+The young woman gave a scream and made a bolt for the door.
+
+"Stay, daughter! A word with you," the old detective said.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+HEARD IN THE HOUSE OF THE SEVEN DELIGHTS.
+
+
+Harry did not have long to wait before Ah Lung got up and came to him.
+
+His brother Wun, making a few remarks in Chinese, excused himself and
+left.
+
+"You will pardon me, Mr. Brady, for making it necessary for you to
+follow me here," said the merchant. "I wanted to find out whether the
+gods were propitious to our undertaking, as you would say. I have been
+so busy to-day that I got no chance until now."
+
+"And the result?" asked Harry.
+
+"We shall win out in the end, but not without trouble."
+
+"Yon believe in your joss sticks, I see, Mr. Lung?"
+
+"Firmly; and why should I not? For untold ages my people have employed
+them to predict the future."
+
+"Does it always come out true as they say?"
+
+"By no means. Just about as often as what is told us by people in this
+world comes true."
+
+"Of what use to consult them then?"
+
+"Listen! If you have a friend upon whom you rely, who you have known
+for years, and who has never lied to you, then you unhesitatingly
+believe him, do you not?"
+
+"Most assuredly."
+
+"It is precisely the same with me. I believe that the movement of the
+joss sticks in my case is controlled by the spirit of my dead father. He
+never lied to me living. Why should he do so now that he has dropped the
+body and is living in the world of spirits?"
+
+"It is too deep for me. It would seem, though, that you must be a
+spiritualist."
+
+Ah Lung shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"I know very little about your American spiritualists," he replied, "but
+we will not continue the subject. I am ready."
+
+"Where do we go?"
+
+"We will talk of that outside."
+
+"Am I made up to suit you?"
+
+"Yes, yes. As I look at you I fail to see how any one could see through
+your disguise."
+
+They passed out of the joss house and walked down Jackson street hill.
+
+"One thing," said Harry. "You must pretend to talk to me with your
+fingers deaf and dumb fashion when we come into the presence of others."
+
+"Oh, I can actually do it," replied Wun Lung. "I have a sister who is
+deaf and dumb. We were able to put her through the deaf and dumb school.
+She knows only English. I am the only one who can talk to her. But I
+suppose you cannot do the deaf and dumb finger speech?"
+
+"Indeed I can," replied Harry, with his fingers.
+
+"Then let us begin now," responded Ah Lung in the same fashion, "for we
+are liable to be seen by some one whom we may meet in the House of the
+Seven Delights."
+
+"And what may that be?"
+
+"A sort of club. A secret society. But I must say no more. You promised
+not to press me, you know."
+
+"All right. I am in your hands, but I just want to ask have you spoken
+of the princess to any of the members of this club?"
+
+"Why yes, to one or two whom I can trust."
+
+Harry shook his head.
+
+"I am afraid you are the author of your own troubles, then, Mr. Lung,"
+he said.
+
+"I shouldn't wonder. It is a matter I should not have spoken about to
+any one. I see it now."
+
+They turned up China alley at last, entering the long building into
+which Alice had been taken on the night of her capture.
+
+Harry now traveled over the same ground.
+
+They ascended one flight, entered that elevator, and Ah Lung let them
+down to the long corridor under ground.
+
+Harry wondered at the many doors.
+
+"What new organization am I up against?" he asked himself.
+
+But of Ah Lung he asked no questions, feeling that he was in the man's
+hands for better or for worse.
+
+"Now I don't know whether anything is going to come out of this or not,"
+Lung said with his fingers. "I am expecting to meet a certain party on
+business. I shall bring the conversation around to the princess. The man
+is supposed to be my friend. If he has betrayed me I want to know it. At
+all events, it is my only chance of giving you a clew on which to start
+your search."
+
+"Right," said Harry. "Lead on."
+
+Lung stopped before a door, on which he knocked three times.
+
+It was immediately opened by a young Chinaman in a white native dress.
+
+The room was quite a large one, well fitted up with comfortable American
+furniture.
+
+It looked what it actually was, a club-room. Several Chinamen, mostly in
+American dress, were sitting or standing in groups.
+
+One came forward looking questioningly at Harry.
+
+Lung said something, apparently vouching for him as a friend, and the
+man walked away.
+
+Nobody else spoke to them.
+
+Going up to a handsome buffet, Lung poured out tea for himself and
+Harry, helping him also to sweetmeats and Chinese cakes.
+
+"Is this just a business club?" asked Young King Brady.
+
+"Just that and nothing else," was the reply; "there are several clubs
+meeting down here. While the members are all part of one grand
+organization, these clubs are organized for different purposes, and a
+man may belong to one without belonging to another or knowing anything
+about the others. That's the way we work it."
+
+"Is your man here?"
+
+"Not yet. He is expected, however. I must hurry and get you placed."
+
+They now left the club-room, Ah Lung, opening the next door beyond with
+a latch-key.
+
+This ushered them into a narrow corridor lighted by colored red
+lanterns.
+
+From it opened several small alcoves before which fancy-colored curtains
+hung.
+
+Harry saw that they were intended for opium smokers, and that each would
+hold two persons. They were provided with soft couches instead of the
+usual Chinese wooden bunks.
+
+An attendant in white came forward. Ah Lung spoke to him in Chinese and
+gave him money.
+
+"I have engaged two of these rooms," he said. "You must take one now and
+pretend to smoke and go to sleep. Watch and listen for me, for I shall
+come into the next alcove with my man. I never smoke opium myself, but
+he does, and he always prefers to talk business over a pipe."
+
+And this programme was carried out.
+
+Ah Lung left Harry, who lost no time in pretending to go to sleep. The
+curtain was drawn before the alcove.
+
+Harry waited an hour and grew so drowsy that at last he actually did
+drop off, to be suddenly awakened by hearing somebody give a loud cough.
+As he opened his eyes he saw a hand draw his curtain shut.
+
+He was on the alert instantly, for he could hear two men entering the
+next alcove.
+
+"And now for business," one said. Harry recognized the voice of Ah Lung.
+
+"Wait till I get my pipe going," replied the second person.
+
+The voice and accent were peculiar.
+
+It seemed to Young King Brady that he recognized both.
+
+"Surely I have heard that voice before," he said to himself. "But
+where?"
+
+This was a question that as Harry lay listening he found himself unable
+to decide.
+
+The pipe filling was so quickly completed and the smell which arose so
+different from ordinary opium that Harry concluded the man must be
+merely smoking some sort of opium saturated tobacco.
+
+The talk then began.
+
+It was precisely what Ah Lung had hinted at, a transaction in cheap
+opium.
+
+The word smuggled was not used.
+
+Ah Lung bought a thousand dollars worth, which was to be delivered next
+day at the store.
+
+There was considerable haggling, the talk lasting all of twenty minutes,
+and all this time Young King Brady was puzzling his brains to know where
+he had heard that voice before, but memory refused to serve him.
+
+As for the man's English, it was almost as good as Ah Lung's, which
+amounts to saying that it was nearly perfect.
+
+Harry heard, although their voices were keyed low. It vexed him to think
+that Ah Lung could not have spoken the man's name, but he never did
+once.
+
+Now suddenly the conversation took a different turn.
+
+"Ah, my good friend," said Ah Lung with a sigh, "I am in deep trouble. I
+know you will sympathize with me when I tell you what it is."
+
+"Of course," was the reply. "I always have sympathy for those in
+trouble. What is the matter now?"
+
+"My princess."
+
+"Ah, ha! She is ill?"
+
+"Not that. She failed to arrive on the Manchuria."
+
+"Is it so? Did she not sail then?"
+
+Ah Lung told the story he had given the Bradys.
+
+"It must be very hard for you, Lung," replied the other. "I wish I could
+help you. Perhaps I can."
+
+"You? How can that be possible?"
+
+"Listen! I heard it rumored--only rumored by men--you know who--that
+there was a Chinese woman of high rank who was a passenger on the Dover
+Castle. With her was a man who claimed to be her cousin. The man was
+smuggled in, Lung. I saw and talked with him. His name was Wang Foo!"
+
+"You don't mean it!" cried Ah Lung, excitedly.
+
+"Hush! We shall be heard."
+
+"No, no! I tell you the man in the next bunk is deaf and dumb. Besides,
+he is a good friend of mine."
+
+"But on the other side?"
+
+"It is empty."
+
+"Sure? Some one may have come in."
+
+"I'll look and see."
+
+Ah Lung did so and reported the alcove empty.
+
+"Go on!" he said eagerly. "You are interesting me greatly. What became
+of this woman of high rank?"
+
+"Ah! That I do not know, my friend, but I do know that she did not land
+openly. Then she must have been smuggled ashore. Probably she is
+concealed somewhere in Chinatown now."
+
+"I must find out. I will employ detectives."
+
+"Do nothing of the sort. If the woman is here, if she really is the
+Princess Skeep Hup, then I am the man who can get her for you. What will
+you pay, Ah Lung?"
+
+"Pay! I thought you were my friend."
+
+"I am out for the dollars, brother. Out for the dollars every time."
+
+"What is it worth to you then to go to the trouble to make these
+inquiries?"
+
+"Nothing to make inquiries, but if this Chinese woman should prove to be
+the Princess Skeep Hup, and I am the means of delivering her up to you,
+I shall expect half of that money you told me you were going to get with
+her, or, in other words, $5,000."
+
+Harry heard Ah Lung give an angry exclamation, and he feared that he was
+going to say something which would spoil everything, but the Chinaman
+controlled himself.
+
+"Why, this is almost as bad as blackmail," he said, sarcastically. "I
+don't mind paying a thousand dollars, but five thousand! It is
+nonsense!"
+
+"It has to be or I won't work."
+
+"Come, I'll be liberal with you. I'll make it two thousand. Go ahead and
+find out for me."
+
+"Not a cent less than $5,000, Brother Lung."
+
+"Dr. Garshaski, I believe you know something definite, that this is a
+deal to blackmail me."
+
+Dr. Garshaski! Harry almost jumped off the couch.
+
+Now he knew whose voice he had been listening to.
+
+He wondered at himself.
+
+How could he ever have forgotten?
+
+"That scoundrel!" he thought. "Alice in his hands? This is terrible, but
+it explains her disappearance, all right."
+
+Meanwhile the talk was going right on.
+
+"Have it your own way, Mr. Lung," said the doctor, "but you want to
+decide. Do I work or don't I work? Which?"
+
+"I will give up no more than I said. I won't be swindled."
+
+"Very well. Then I won't do anything about your Chinese princess. Your
+opium will be delivered. I am going now. Good-night."
+
+"Go," replied Lung. "I shall not forget this, doctor."
+
+"No, I don't think you will," replied the doctor, and Harry heard him
+leave the room.
+
+Instantly Ah Lung drew aside the curtain.
+
+But Harry did not wait for him to speak.
+
+"After him!" he whispered. "I know that fellow! He is a scoundrel! No
+doubt he is at the bottom of this whole business, and of the
+disappearance of Miss Montgomery, too."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+IN A TORTURE CHAMBER.
+
+
+Alice felt that her situation was bad enough as she passed through the
+"door of death" without Dr. Garshaski adding to it by clap-trap.
+
+This she was sure he had done, for while the Chinese characters on the
+other doors were painted directly on the woodwork, in this case it was a
+piece of red paper, upon which the character had been written with a
+Chinese pen.
+
+That it had been put there for her special benefit Alice did not doubt.
+
+It was just like Dr. Garshaski, who was forever doing something dramatic
+in the old days.
+
+He hurried Alice along the empty corridor and down a short flight of
+stairs.
+
+Coming to a door, he let go his hold and knocked.
+
+It was instantly opened by a very Chinese-looking Chinaman wearing a
+rich native dress.
+
+The room was rather small, but well fitted up as a bed chamber, partly
+in Chinese and partly in American style. In the middle of the floor
+stood the box which was supposed to contain the Chinese princess.
+
+"So you have come at last!" exclaimed the Chinaman in his own language.
+"I thought you never would."
+
+"Patience, Wang Foo," replied the doctor. "We can't get there all in a
+moment."
+
+"But the princess may die. She may be dead now. I believe it. She ought
+to have been released long ago."
+
+"Patience, I tell you. I know my business. She is in no danger of death
+whatever."
+
+"And the woman you were to bring to look after her. She must have an
+attendant. She is not to be ill treated. She is of my own blood."
+
+"The woman is here."
+
+"What, a white woman?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Of what use can she be?"
+
+"I know her of old. She is an excellent nurse. None better."
+
+"But she cannot talk to the princess."
+
+"There you are quite mistaken. Better be careful what you say to her.
+She speaks Chinese as well as you do."
+
+Wang Foo stared at Alice and asked her name.
+
+He managed to grasp the Alice part, but the rest was quite beyond him.
+
+"Hurry! Hurry," he cried.
+
+"Alice," said the doctor, "I am going to resurrect the princess now. Sit
+down in that easy-chair and make yourself at home."
+
+Alice silently obeyed. Thus far there seemed nothing so terrible coming
+out of the passage through the door of death.
+
+The doctor asked for a screw-driver, and Wang Foo produced one, with
+which he made short work of opening the box.
+
+There, apparently, in a deep sleep, lay a little doll of a Chinese woman
+upon blankets carefully fitted into the box.
+
+She was in plain native dress, and her feet were not bigger than those
+of a good-sized doll.
+
+This alone proved that she belonged to a good family.
+
+The ordinary Chinese women do not compress their feet.
+
+The doctor bent over the box and listened at her heart.
+
+"She's all right," he said. "I'll have her out of this in no time."
+
+He produced a leather medicine case, and, taking a tumbler from the
+washstand, proceeded to mix small portions of the contents of two
+different vials.
+
+The result was a reddish liquid, of which he administered a few drops to
+the princess.
+
+"Now, Alice," he said, "we can talk freely before this man, who is just
+from China and can't speak a word of English. Our love affairs can hang
+over a few days. Just now I am going to explain about this woman. She is
+the daughter of a rich Pekin Mandarin, who has sold her to an equally
+rich merchant here in Chinatown. They are really in love with each
+other, and the woman came to California of her own accord, although not
+in just the way she set out to do. She is also the granddaughter of a
+rich old Chink on her mother's side, who died in San Francisco at the
+time of the great fire. He left a pile of ready cash behind him, but no
+one knows where he hid it. That he did hide it somewhere on the night of
+the fire is certain. Just before his death, as I have the best of reason
+for believing, old Gong Schow wrote out this secret of the buried money
+and sent it to a man in China with instructions for him to deliver the
+letter containing the secret to his granddaughter on her twentieth
+birthday. It was done. This funny little midget alone knows where Gong
+Schow's wealth is buried. She has kept her secret well. She promised her
+lover to reveal it to him on their marriage day. Wang Foo knows all
+this. He is my partner in certain business transactions. He is her
+cousin. He started to escort her to Shanghai from her home in Pekin.
+There she was to sail on the Manchuria for San Francisco. But Wang Foo
+deceived her and took her aboard an English tramp steamer, the Dover
+Castle. He has delivered her to me. She must be made to give up her
+secret, fair Alice. That was another reason why I kidnaped you. I want
+you to do the detective act. Get the secret out of the princess as best
+you can, only get it. Make her understand that if she don't give it up
+she will surely die. You have followed me in all this, I hope?"
+
+"I certainly have," replied Alice, adding: "At your old tricks, doctor.
+Forever plotting and scheming. Am I to be kept alone with this Chinese
+princess then?"
+
+"That's what you are, and it's up to you to work my schemes out to
+success, for it is I and not Wang Foo who must have this hidden
+treasure----But she is waking; my drug has done it's work."
+
+It was so. Inside of a few minutes the Chinese princess had fully
+revived.
+
+She was little, but she made it hot for those around her.
+
+Such a temper Alice never saw displayed in any Chinawoman.
+
+She began by screaming, demanding to know where she was and why she was
+there.
+
+She turned on Wang Foo with all the fury of a tigress, accused him of
+drugging her, of kidnaping her, and then began yelling to be taken to Ah
+Lung.
+
+As for Dr. Garshaski, she did not appear to know him. She seemed to feel
+an instinctive hatred for him, however. She clawed at his face and tried
+to hit him when he started to help her out of the box.
+
+She got out herself, however, and promptly tumbled over on her little
+feet. Like many another Chinawoman of her class, she could scarcely
+walk.
+
+Wang Foo did not attempt to reply.
+
+At last he and Dr. Garshaski left the room, taking the box away with
+them.
+
+After a while they returned with two trunks containing the belongings
+of the princess, whom they found crying in Alice's arms.
+
+"That's right, Alice, that's right," said the doctor, delightedly. "I
+see you know your business as well as ever. Keep it up, my dear, and see
+here, I have determined to make you a promise. If you succeed in worming
+the secret out of that horrid little fright, you shan't marry me unless
+you really want to--so there!"
+
+"That's certainly kind of you," said Alice with a half sneer. "All
+right, doctor, I'll see what I can do."
+
+She did nothing of the sort, of course.
+
+During the days of her unexplained absence, Alice remained shut in that
+room with Skeep Hup, the Chinese princess, an old Chinawoman serving
+them with their meals and otherwise attending to their wants.
+
+Two Chinamen with drawn revolvers stood outside the door every time it
+was opened. There was no possibility of escape.
+
+During this time Alice got very close to the princess.
+
+Little Skeep Hup seemed to take a great liking to her from the first,
+which increased as the days dragged by.
+
+She told Alice about everything she knew except the secret of the
+hiding-place of her grandfather's buried treasure, which she claimed she
+knew. She confirmed Dr. Garshaski's story in every particular, and
+upbraided herself bitterly for having been foolish enough to listen to
+the lies of Wang Foo.
+
+But where was Wang Foo?
+
+They saw no more of him.
+
+Dr. Garshaski came every day towards night asking as to Alice's success.
+
+She put him off as best she could.
+
+"The princess will not reveal her secret," she said at last, "and who
+can blame her? The best thing you can do, doctor, is to go and blackmail
+Ah Lung out of a few thousand and set her free."
+
+This was on the night the Bradys had the call from Ah Lung.
+
+The doctor's face grew dark as Alice said it.
+
+"Do you say so?" he exclaimed. "Well, we shall see!"
+
+He turned on the princess and said:
+
+"Now look here, little woman, to-night you have to tell your secret or
+take the consequences. Understand?"
+
+Then Skeep Hup flew into one of her rages, and the doctor was getting it
+good and plenty when he abruptly left the room, saying in English to
+Alice as he went out:
+
+"This is played out. She shall be made to tell, and you, who I believe
+have put her up to this, shall see the job done. You will find out that
+it is no joke to have passed through the door of death."
+
+And this Alice translated for the benefit of Skeep Hup, asking her what
+she supposed it meant.
+
+"It means torture, that's what it means," replied the princess,
+promptly. "No matter. They will never get the secret out of me. I will
+never reveal it to any one but Ah Lung."
+
+And here is what followed:
+
+No supper came that night.
+
+Alice and the princess waited until they were tired, and were just
+preparing to go to bed when the door was suddenly thrown open and two
+men wearing hideous paste-board masks after the Chinese style entered
+the room.
+
+Dr. Garshaski and another followed them, an old Chinaman with a long,
+drooping mustache. A person Alice had never seen.
+
+"Young women," said the doctor, "you are to follow us to the torture
+room, unless you, Princess Skeep Hup, instantly reveal what I wish to
+know, or, rather, give me your promise to do so, for it must be revealed
+to me alone."
+
+The princess set her lips together, and, throwing intense scorn into her
+speech, defied him.
+
+They were then led along the passage, through a door at its end, up
+steps and through another passage, winding up in a room all draped in
+black, which was dimly lighted by a solitary candle placed within a
+human skull resting on an old-fashioned coffin, which looked as if it
+may have been made to fit the princess, judging from its size.
+
+Beyond this was a low table provided with an arrangement of ropes
+attached at one end to a post at the other to a large wooden jackscrew.
+
+It was a wicked-looking engine.
+
+Alice shuddered.
+
+"We have fallen into the hands of a bunch of yellow fiends," she
+thought. "I wonder if there is anything too wicked for Dr. Garshaski to
+do?"
+
+The two masks now seized the princess and laid her down upon the table
+on her back.
+
+They then proceeded to tie her hands to the ropes attached to the post,
+while her feet were made fast to those attached to the screw.
+
+The brave little woman never let out a whimper--never said one word.
+
+"You see, Alice," said the doctor, taking his place beside her. "Don't
+you think of interfering, or you shall get your dose."
+
+"You yellow fiend!" breathed Alice, feeling that such cruelty was beyond
+endurance. "Wouldn't I like to have the turning of that screw with you
+on the table! How dare you resort to such barbarous methods as this?"
+
+"Have a care!" hissed the doctor. "That's the rack--the old-fashioned
+rack, such as your white holy men used to resort to when they wanted to
+make a man holy in some other way than his own. It is still in use in
+China for extorting confessions from thieves. Nice contrivance, isn't
+it? But its use has been by no means confined to the Chinese."
+
+"What you allude to happened two hundred years ago, and you know it,"
+retorted Alice. "It takes yellow fiends like you and your friends here
+to torture a woman in these days!"
+
+"Bah! They would rack people to death for religion's sake to-day if they
+dared," answered the doctor.
+
+"But you have your warning, so heed it," he added, and advancing to the
+princess, he again asked her if she was ready to reveal the secret.
+
+"Never!" she cried. "You can torture me all you will, but you will never
+learn from me that which will place in your hands what I choose shall
+belong to my husband, Ah Lung."
+
+"Ah Lung is not your husband nor will he ever be unless you yield to my
+request," declared the doctor.
+
+She gave him one look and turned her head away.
+
+"Give the screw a twist!" cried the doctor, and the old Chinaman obeyed,
+the two masks standing on each side reciting something in old Chinese
+which Alice could make nothing of.
+
+Skeep Hup bore the pain thus inflicted unflinchingly.
+
+She shut her eyes, set her lips, and never uttered a sound.
+
+"Will you tell?" demanded the doctor.
+
+No answer.
+
+"Give it another turn!" he thundered.
+
+The screw was turned again.
+
+The masks chanted louder than ever.
+
+The Chinese princess groaned in her misery. Alice was forced to turn her
+head away.
+
+They let her lie so for a few minutes before the doctor again put the
+question.
+
+This time she answered, declaring that never would she tell.
+
+"You fool!" cried the doctor. "Do you realize that I mean to continue to
+order that screw turned until your limbs are wrenched off?"
+
+"I believe you," replied the princess, "but I shall never tell."
+
+He let her lie there in agony for a few minutes, and then put the
+request again.
+
+This time there was no answer.
+
+The victim of this yellow fiend was almost past speech.
+
+"Go it again!" thundered the doctor.
+
+"You fiend!" cried Alice. "Release that woman or I'll do something
+desperate. In the name of humanity! In the name of your mother! Dr.
+Garshaski, forbear!"
+
+"Interfere at your peril!" thundered the doctor, and as he spoke the
+screw was turned once again.
+
+If Alice had been in possession of her revolver she surely would have
+shot the fiend, but that had long ago been taken from her.
+
+Helplessly she turned her head away, stopping her ears that she might
+not hear the cries which the wretched Chinese woman could no longer keep
+back.
+
+But the cries suddenly _ceased_.
+
+"She has fainted," said the torturer.
+
+"You have killed her, poor soul!" moaned Alice. "Oh, you yellow fiends!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+OLD KING BRADY BLUNDERS AHEAD AS BEST HE CAN.
+
+
+It was undoubtedly the mildness with which the old detective spoke which
+influenced the young woman to stand her ground.
+
+"Who are you? What are you doing in this room?" she faltered.
+
+"I might put the same question to you, young woman," Old King Brady
+replied. "I was a witness to your display of rage against a picture. You
+must be in love with Dr. Garshaski, then?"
+
+"In love with him!" she cried with a hysterical laugh. "I hate him! I am
+his wife."
+
+"So? In that case I may as well introduce myself. Did you ever happen to
+hear him speak of Old King Brady, the detective?"
+
+"Yes; many a time. He also was a detective. He once worked for you in
+New York."
+
+"Yes, for a short time. Were you his wife then, may I ask?"
+
+"Sure I was. I married him five years ago. He deserted me. He has never
+provided for my support since. I have been living in Los Angeles. I only
+came to San Francisco day before yesterday. I happened to meet him in
+the street. I tell you I made it hot for him. He gave me the slip or I
+would have had him arrested. I learned that he was living here. I have
+been here again and again, but this is the first time I have been able
+to get into the room."
+
+"Do you know whose picture that was which you destroyed?"
+
+"Sure I do. A woman he married in New York two years ago. He is living
+with her here now, but I'll have him arrested. I am his lawful wife."
+
+"You are quite mistaken. He never married her."
+
+"He told me he did. He showed me her picture one time about a year ago."
+
+"He lied. That lady is my partner. Dr. Garshaski so pestered her with
+his attentions that I had to have him arrested. Then I was told that he
+went to China."
+
+"So he did. Twice since then. Mr. Brady, I begin to believe you are
+telling me the truth."
+
+"I certainly am, but let us leave this house. I don't wish the doctor to
+know I have been here. I should like to talk with you further, Mrs.
+Garshaski."
+
+"I'll go, but you needn't call me that. I go now by my mother's maiden
+name. I am known as Inez Reyes."
+
+"Mrs. or miss?"
+
+"Miss."
+
+"Very well, Miss Reyes. Let us get out; that is if you have accomplished
+your purpose here."
+
+"My purpose!" she replied, grimly. "My purpose is to catch my husband
+and make him give me money to live on. He is an opium smuggler. He is
+rolling in wealth. I don't care what he does so long as he gives me
+money to live on."
+
+"Perhaps I may be able to help in that, but we won't talk any more about
+it till we get on the street."
+
+They then hurriedly left the house.
+
+As they walked along, Old King Brady explained about the disappearance
+of Alice.
+
+"You say you heard that Dr. Garshaski had her in his power," he added.
+"Who told you this?"
+
+"A Chinese woman I know. She is my aunt."
+
+"You are Chinese on your father's side?"
+
+"Yes, I am, and I'm not ashamed of it, either. My father was a good
+man."
+
+"He is dead?"
+
+"Yes, and so is my mother. She was a Mexican woman. I was born and
+brought up in Mexico. I wish I had never left it."
+
+"Listen, Miss Reyes," said the old detective. "You say you need money.
+If through your means I can rescue Miss Montgomery from the clutches of
+Dr. Garshaski, I am going to give you $200."
+
+"And you will arrest him and send him up?"
+
+"I most certainly shall."
+
+"Then I'll help. My aunt told me that the doctor had Miss Montgomery at
+the House of the Seven Delights, but she did not say he was holding her
+a prisoner. She lives there herself. She ought to know."
+
+"Where is this House of the Seven Delights?"
+
+"It runs through from Dupont street to China alley," was the reply, and
+the woman named the block.
+
+"And what is it?" persisted Old King Brady.
+
+"Oh, a sort of club-house. A lot of different Chinese clubs meet there.
+There is a big restaurant on the ground floor; there are opium joints
+and fan-tan joints in it."
+
+"Same place," thought the old detective. "But where are the dungeons of
+this House of Delights, I wonder?"
+
+"Can you find out in just what part of the house the doctor has Miss
+Montgomery concealed?" he asked.
+
+"Listen here," replied the woman. "The only thing I can do is to see my
+aunt and tell her that you have promised to aid me. She hates my husband
+as much as I do. Still, you know how helpless Chinese women are, so just
+what she will do I cannot say.
+
+"But we must not be seen together on Chinese alley, Mr. Brady. Where can
+I find you? Appoint a place."
+
+"How long shall you probably be gone?" asked the old detective.
+
+"Not over half an hour. I will keep on the block on the Dupont street
+side. Meet me there."
+
+They parted at the alley, Old King Brady pushing on to Dupont street.
+
+He had scarcely turned the corner when he ran into Detective Leggett.
+
+"Well?" he demanded. "What about Volckman?"
+
+"I haven't seen him since," was the reply. "Evidently he has given me
+the slip somehow."
+
+"Let him go. I have secured evidence against him which will enable us to
+arrest him at any time," and the old detective went on to explain.
+
+"I want your help in this new business," he said.
+
+"Right," replied Leggett. "Can't we go it alone, thin?"
+
+"I'm going to try it that way, anyhow. You follow me right after I make
+the start. If I want you to join me I'll let you know."
+
+They separated then, and for more than half an hour Old King Brady paced
+the block; finally he was joined by Inez Reyes.
+
+She did not stop to talk to him, but merely said as she walked slowly
+past the doorway in which the old detective was standing:
+
+"We must not be seen together. You follow me."
+
+Old King Brady fell in behind.
+
+Looking back he caught sight of Leggett on the other side of the street,
+and made a sign for him to join the procession.
+
+The woman rounded the corner and entered the alley, slipping in at the
+door of the House of the Seven Delights.
+
+She did not ascend the stairs, but passed along the dimly lighted hall
+till she came to a door under the main stairway. There appeared to be
+nobody but themselves in the hall. Looking sharply up and down, the
+woman halted and waited for Old King Brady to come up in response to her
+signal.
+
+"All I could get out of my aunt," she whispered, "is that this door is
+one way of getting into the private rooms in this building. It is not
+the way used by the club members; there are several other ways in and
+out. She says that Miss Montgomery was still there this evening; she is
+locked in one of the secret rooms. She won't tell me which one nor how
+to find it. There seems to be some mystery about it all which I can't
+fathom, and she is evidently afraid to reveal it. But she says that what
+you tell me is true, Mr. Brady. Miss Montgomery hates my husband.--It is
+such a relief to know it. I tried every way I knew to persuade my aunt
+to help up, but she is afraid to make a move. I don't know what more to
+do."
+
+"There is nothing more you can do," replied the old detective. "Go and
+leave me to do the best I can. You will probably see a tall man standing
+just outside the door. Tell him I want him, please. I am staying at the
+Palace Hotel. Call there to-morrow and I will give you your money in
+case I succeed. I shall be glad to do what I can to help you in any
+case."
+
+She thanked him and left; in a moment Leggett joined the old detective
+who in the meantime had unlocked the door with his skeleton keys.
+
+Three Chinamen came shuffling through the hall from the Dupont street
+end, evidently diners from the restaurant going out that way.
+
+Old King Brady with his back to the door talked aloud to Leggett on a
+different subject.
+
+The men, paying no attention to them, passed on.
+
+"All the young woman has been able to learn is that this stairway leads
+down to the private rooms," Old King Brady then explained. "I have
+managed to unlock the door. Let us push right ahead."
+
+He opened it and a long, dark, narrow stairway was revealed.
+
+"This is probably intended for a way of escape in case of fire," said
+the old detective. "Shut the door, Leggett, I'll get out my flash light
+and we will go on down."
+
+"It's mighty dangerous business, Mr. Brady."
+
+"Of course. Come on!"
+
+He led the way and they descended the stairs, ending up at a door
+covered with sheet iron which had neither lock nor knob.
+
+"Balked," breathed Leggett.
+
+"Balked nothing," replied Old King Brady. "This door is controlled by a
+spring which works in the simplest sort of fashion."
+
+He pressed it and the door flew open.
+
+The long, lighted corridor already described lay beyond.
+
+Old King Brady surveyed its many doors in silent dismay.
+
+"Now we are balked," he whispered. "This is more than a Chinese puzzle.
+Which door to choose?"
+
+"You may search me," replied Leggett. "What can be the object of all
+these doors?"
+
+"Stand back!" breathed Old King Brady, and he allowed the iron door
+which was self-closing to swing almost to.
+
+For out of one of the doors a man now came and that man was Dr.
+Garshaski.
+
+Hastily closing the door behind him he walked on rapidly along the
+corridor, opened another door and disappeared.
+
+Old King Brady carefully noted the door and was about to venture in,
+when the first door opened and two Chinamen emerged.
+
+Both were in American dress. One pointed along the corridor in the
+direction taken by the Doctor. They halted at the door through which
+Garshaski vanished.
+
+It was too far off to enable the watching detectives to see their faces
+plainly, the dim red lights making it additionally obscure.
+
+The two men stood talking for a few seconds then one of them got out
+what seemed to be a bunch of keys and began fumbling with the lock. As
+their backs were now turned to the detectives it was impossible to make
+out just exactly what they were doing.
+
+In a moment the door was opened and they disappeared inside.
+
+Old King Brady was about to press forward, but now came other delays.
+
+A different door opened and four Chinamen came out. They shuffled along
+the corridor, talking, and entered at still a different door.
+
+At the same time five others came out of that door and for fully ten
+minutes stood talking in the corridor, vanishing at last through the
+door out of which the others came.
+
+Again Old King Brady thought he had got his chance, but once more he was
+balked in the same way.
+
+At last his chance really did come and finding that they had the
+corridor to themselves he and Leggett pushed on.
+
+Now at the start the old detective had been at particular pains to
+identify that door.
+
+But did he still remember it? was the question.
+
+He could not feel by any means certain and the worst of it was a quick
+decision was absolutely necessary.
+
+"I think this is it," he said, pausing before a certain door.
+
+"You want to be sure," replied Leggett.
+
+"I am as sure as I can be. Yes. I think this is it."
+
+The door was locked and the old detective getting out his skeleton keys
+went at the job of opening it vigorously.
+
+He quickly succeeded.
+
+A narrow, dark staircase leading up lay beyond; leaving the door
+unlocked, Old King Brady pressed on to the top flight, no great
+distance, coming out upon a semi-circular platform where there were
+three doors.
+
+There was no light here.
+
+The old detective flashed his electric lantern around.
+
+"Your Chinese puzzle isn't it, Mr. Brady," whispered Leggett. "Is there
+any end to the mysteries with which these Chinks like to surround
+themselves?"
+
+"None, absolutely none," replied the old detective. "It makes one tired
+to try to follow their curves. But listen a moment. We may catch on to
+something."
+
+"It's a blame sight more likely that someone will catch on to us,"
+growled Leggett.
+
+"Hush! Hush! Listen!"
+
+He had scarcely spoken when someone behind the middle door called out in
+a loud voice in English:
+
+"Now, Ah Lung, I've got you. You scoundrel! It was I myself who
+kidnapped your princes! The secret of Gong Schow's hidden treasure is
+mine! Now you die!"
+
+Bang! Bang! Bang!
+
+Three shots were instantly fired.
+
+"This is murder!" cried Old King Brady, and he threw himself against the
+middle door from behind which the shots came.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+THE BRADYS GET TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN. BUT THE PRINCESS SLIPS THROUGH THEIR
+FINGERS.
+
+
+Urged by Harry, Ah Lung jumped to the outer door of the smoking room as
+this part of the House of the Seven Delights was called.
+
+Young King Brady hastily adjusting his clothes--he had taken off his
+coat and vest after the manner of opium smokers--prepared to follow him,
+but Ah Lung was back before he could get ready.
+
+"Well?" he demanded.
+
+"I know where he went," replied Lung. "Are you ready?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then come with me."
+
+They passed out into the corridor.
+
+There were the "two Chinamen" seen by Old King Brady and Leggett.
+
+"Where did he go?" demanded Harry.
+
+"Listen," replied Lung. "We--the organization, I mean--don't make use of
+all this big building. Our part is only on this side. There are rooms on
+the other side which we rent, some to secret societies, others to
+individuals; most of them are vacant just now. The Doctor went in
+through a door leading to a suite of these supposed-to-be vacant rooms
+and here it is."
+
+He paused before the door which Dr. Garshaski had called the "Door of
+Death."
+
+It carried no red paper on it now, but a Chinese character painted on
+the panel.
+
+"What does that say?" asked Harry, pointing to it.
+
+"Flat to let," replied Ah Lung, "but I strongly suspect that our janitor
+is allowing the Doctor to use it for purposes of his own. Otherwise why
+should he be going through that door? Still it may have been rented to
+him for all I know. Anyhow that's where he went. What do you think of
+it? Shall we attempt to follow him up?"
+
+"By all means," replied Harry. "Let me tell you something. I know this
+Dr. Garshaski. He is an infamous scoundrel."
+
+Ah Lung shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"We meet all kinds," he replied. "They are necessary to make up the
+world. But you heard what was said; you heard him try to blackmail me.
+Do you believe he really knows anything about the princess, or is it all
+bluff? There was nothing that he said he had not heard from me before."
+
+"I don't believe it was bluff and I do believe he has the princess,"
+replied Harry, "and I'll tell you why."
+
+He went on to explain about Alice, and this while he was trying his
+skeleton keys.
+
+"I believe he has Miss Montgomery a prisoner in the rooms you speak of,"
+he declared, "and it would not surprise me a bit if the princess was
+there too. Hello! I've got the door open now. Shall we go exploring and
+see what we find?"
+
+"Surely. If that is your belief. I am with you, of course," replied Ah
+Lung. "But lock the door behind you," he added. "We don't want anybody
+prowling after us."
+
+Harry scarcely saw the necessity of it, but he locked the door.
+
+The long corridor was dimly lighted by a solitary gas jet.
+
+"Why this is strange," said Ah Lung. "I never was in this part of the
+building before."
+
+"This corridor surely leads in under the next building," said Harry.
+
+"Of course, it does, I never knew of its existence. I shall inquire into
+this."
+
+"Sure you've got the right door?"
+
+"Positive. Come on."
+
+At the end of the corridor they made the same turns Alice took and at
+last found themselves up against three doors.
+
+The ones on the right and the left were locked, but the middle one stood
+slightly open.
+
+Harry pushed it wide open and flashed his light inside, having already
+drawn his revolver in case of emergency.
+
+The room was entirely unfurnished.
+
+Ah Lung stepped in and looked around.
+
+"Nothing here," he remarked, when the door shut with a bang.
+
+Harry sprang to it, but all too late.
+
+Somebody must have been watching them, for now somebody had bolted that
+door on the other side.
+
+"Well, upon my word!" cried Ah Lung, "we have walked right into a trap."
+
+"That is certainly what we have done," replied Harry disgustedly, "and
+the worst of it is here I've been talking. I suppose every word we have
+spoken has been overheard."
+
+"Every word, Mr. Young King Brady," spoke a voice above them.
+
+"Garshaski, you villain! What do you mean by this?" shouted Ah Lung,
+recognizing the Doctor's voice.
+
+"Business," was the reply. "You would not accede to my very modest
+request so I have to do the best I can for myself. So Young King Brady
+was your deaf and dumb friend in the next alcove, was he? Say, Lung, I'm
+going to read you a lesson. I'm going to teach you how dangerous it is
+to muss with me. As for little Brady he knows how I love him and what
+good reasons I have for my extreme affection. But you are dead wrong if
+you think the fair Alice is here, Harry."
+
+"Did you kidnap her, Garshaski?" demanded Harry.
+
+"Did I? Why sure I did," was the reply. "Who else? And I bagged your
+princess, too, my bold Lung. Listen, brother Chink; the plot was all
+mine. It was I who put up the job with Wung Foo. He brought your little
+would-be bride over to the boat on the Dover Castle. Same boat we
+brought that hop on, Lungy, old man! To avoid trouble, for Wang Foo had
+to be smuggled in as well as the hop, I drugged your pretty princess and
+boxed her up. Then in butted the Bradys after their usual fashion, but I
+watched my chance and got there and, Harry, I got your Alice, too. That
+pleased me more than all."
+
+From where was the man speaking?
+
+The sound of his voice seemed to be from above.
+
+At the beginning of it Harry shut off his flash light and they had been
+standing there in the dark, but now he turned it on again and flashed it
+around.
+
+There was no one to be seen. He could see no opening in the ceiling
+overhead.
+
+"Hide and seek! You can't find me!" cried the voice with a chuckle.
+"Say, Lungy, old man. I know why you were so stuck on marrying Skeep
+Hup. I know her secret! Did you think I'd sell out for any $5,000? No,
+not for five times five. I'm out for bigger game."
+
+"Has she betrayed the secret to you?" cried Ah Lung quickly.
+
+There was no answer.
+
+Again and again the merchant repeated the demand, but it was just the
+same until all at once the voice fairly shouted:
+
+"Now, Ah Lung, I've got you! It was myself who kidnapped your princess!
+The secret of Gong Schow's hidden treasure is mine. Now you die!"
+
+As he spoke these ominous words three shots were fired in quick
+succession through some hole in the ceiling.
+
+Instantly Harry shut off the light.
+
+Probably he was not quick enough to prevent the would-be murderer from
+taking some sort of aim, for Ah Lung with a deep groan dropped to the
+floor.
+
+At the same time a violent banging was heard overheard.
+
+Harry held his breath and waited, not daring to turn on the light.
+
+"Lung, are you badly hurt?" he breathed.
+
+There was no reply.
+
+"Lung! Speak! Where are you hit?" persisted Harry.
+
+Still no answer.
+
+The banging kept right up.
+
+"He is dead," thought Young King Brady. "Merciful heavens! What about
+Alice's fate in the hands of that yellow fiend?"
+
+Just then came a crash. Hurrying footsteps were heard overhead.
+
+"Why there is nobody here, Leggett!" Old King Brady's voice exclaimed.
+
+"Upon my word!" thought Harry. "And just in the nick of time!
+
+"Governor! Oh, Governor!" he shouted.
+
+"Harry, my dear boy, where are you?" cried Old King Brady, for like
+Harry and Ah Lung, he and the Secret Service man had penetrated into a
+seemingly vacant room.
+
+"I fancy I am in the room below you!" replied Harry. "So? Who fired
+those shots? You?"
+
+"No, that yellow fiend, Garshaski!"
+
+"As I supposed. You are not hurt, I judge from the way you speak."
+
+"I am not, Governor, but poor Ah Lung who is here with me got it in the
+neck and I greatly fear he is dead."
+
+"Well, well, that's a bad job. Do you know anything of Alice?"
+
+"Only that Garshaski said she is far enough away if you can believe him,
+which is more than I can. Can't you come down here?"
+
+"I must try to get there. Are you locked in?"
+
+"Bolted in, most securely."
+
+"There seems to be but one door here; I daresay there is another, a
+secret door. But I am going to take the back track and try it another
+way."
+
+"I don't care what way you try it as long as you get here. I'm in a bad
+enough fix. I have no doubt Ah Lung is dead."
+
+All this talk took place in the dark.
+
+Harry was so rattled that he did not turn on his flash light. He never
+even thought of it until now, and he flashed it on Ah Lung.
+
+Evidently the Chinaman had been hit in the head for his face was all
+covered with blood.
+
+He was breathing, however. There seemed to be some slight hope.
+
+Meanwhile Old King Brady, who had broken the door down after several
+attempts, returned to the semi-circular hall outside.
+
+"This is a great piece of business, Leggett!" he exclaimed. "We must
+make haste and get Harry out."
+
+As he said it there came a loud pounding on the door at their left and
+Alice's voice called:
+
+"Mr. Brady! Oh, Mr. Brady!"
+
+"Well, upon my word!" exclaimed Leggett.
+
+"Alice, are you all right?" cried the old detective with deep anxiety in
+his tone.
+
+"As right as I can be under the circumstances," replied the voice behind
+the door, "but they have taken the poor little princess away. This is
+Garshaski's work. Perhaps you don't know?
+
+"Oh, I know. I had as soon see you in the clutches of the arch fiend
+himself as in that man's power."
+
+"Yes, he's a fiend, all right, and don't you forget it," replied Alice,
+"and a yellow one at that. I have a lot to tell you, Mr. Brady, but if
+Harry needs you, do attend to him first."
+
+"He can wait. Patience a moment. I have unbolted the door. I shall soon
+find a key to fit."
+
+The old detective was trying his skeletons and in a moment he had the
+door open.
+
+It was the same room in which Alice had passed those dreary days with
+the princess.
+
+But now she was alone and the room was all in disorder.
+
+As for Alice herself she was tied in her chair, being bound hand and
+foot.
+
+She had been gagged also, she explained, a handkerchief having been tied
+over her mouth, but this she managed to work off.
+
+"I heard you when you called murder," she said, "but I couldn't speak
+then. Who fired? Who was killed?"
+
+"Ah Lung," replied the old detective, and he explained as he cut Alice's
+bonds.
+
+"As for my story, it is too long to tell now," she said. "Go for Harry."
+
+"If we can get there. We seem to have taken another door than the one we
+intended."
+
+"From that long corridor?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I came in at the Door of Death as they call it. It has nearly been the
+death of me."
+
+She shuddered at the recollection of the cruelties she had witnessed in
+the torture room.
+
+They hurried down stairs and passed out into the corridor again.
+
+Alice could see no "Door of Death" now.
+
+"This next door says To Let," she said. "Suppose you try that."
+
+"Yes, and I think it is the one," replied Old King Brady, again working
+his skeleton keys.
+
+Fortunately they found themselves with the corridor at their own
+disposal.
+
+In a moment they had the door open.
+
+"This is the road I travelled," Alice instantly declared.
+
+This lengthy cross corridor seemed certain to lead them away from the
+room in which Harry was confined, but Alice explaining its windings they
+determined to try it.
+
+They were a story lower than the room in which they had been before and
+when they came to the semi-circular hall with the three doors exactly
+like the arrangement above Old King Brady felt that they must be right.
+
+"Harry!" he called in a low voice, for he had no desire to bring the
+Chinks down upon him.
+
+"Here," replied Harry instantly. "Behind the middle door."
+
+Old King Brady shot the bolt and threw back the door, which was not
+locked.
+
+Ah Lung was sitting up leaning on Harry.
+
+He certainly was a horrible looking object with his face all bathed in
+blood.
+
+"Not dead!" exclaimed Old King Brady.
+
+"Not dead, but in a mighty bad way," gasped Lung. "The princess!" he
+added. "I see you have Miss Montgomery all right."
+
+"I'm sorry to say we have seen nothing of the princess," replied the old
+detective. "I haven't had time to ask Miss Montgomery about her yet.
+What has become of her, Alice?"
+
+"Dr. Garshaski carried her off," replied Alice.
+
+"Did--did she give away what he wanted to know?" asked Ah Lung.
+
+"I'm afraid she did. They tortured the poor creature terribly."
+
+"We must get you out of here without delay, Ah Lung," interrupted the
+old detective. "As for the rest it will have to keep. Where shall we
+take you--home?"
+
+"Wait," said Ah Lung. "Connected with this place is a club of which I am
+a member. I have a room here where I sometimes sleep. Take me there
+first and go for Dr. Gim Suey on Sacramento street."
+
+"Oh, you better have an American doctor," protested Harry.
+
+"Not at all," replied Ah Lung, decidedly. "I have doctored both ways, I
+greatly prefer the Chinese treatment. Dr. Gim Suey will save my life if
+it can be saved."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+TREASURE HUNTING.
+
+
+Harry and Detective Leggett carried Ah Lung out into the long corridor
+head and heels.
+
+Here they ran into a bunch of Chinks just coming out of the main club
+room.
+
+There were friends of Ah Lung's among them, and a tremendous pow-wow
+and excitement followed, all in Chinese.
+
+Alice explained that it was partly sympathy, partly indignation against
+Dr. Garshaski, who was a club member, and partly about the presence of
+detectives in the House of the Seven Delights.
+
+Ah Lung quieted them, however.
+
+"Leave me now," he said. "I am in the hands of my friends. They will do
+all for me that can be done. They are not willing that you should enter
+the club room."
+
+So the detectives were escorted back to earth by the way Old King Brady
+and Leggett had come down into these lower regions and glad enough they
+were to find themselves safe on China alley.
+
+Parting from Leggett, they started, reaching it shortly before midnight.
+
+Alice was so exhausted that Old King Brady insisted that she should
+postpone her story till morning.
+
+"I don't know that it will do any good to tell it now," she said. "But I
+must give you a hint. There is buried or hidden money at the bottom of
+all this business."
+
+"Yes, yes, I know," said Old King Brady. "I heard Garshaski call out
+about it. Do you know where the hiding place is?"
+
+"In an old house down by the North Beach."
+
+"Does he know?"
+
+"He does. He has had plenty of time to get there and get the treasure if
+it still exists."
+
+"If that is the case," said the old detective, "then I think the best
+thing that all of us can do is to go to bed."
+
+They did so and it was not until the next morning at breakfast in the
+private parlor of the detective's suite that Alice's story was told.
+
+We need only take it up at the scene in the torture room when the
+princess fainted and Alice thought her dead.
+
+"They ran me out then," she said, "so I don't know exactly what the
+yellow fiends did to her after that.
+
+"They tied me to the chair and I think Garshaski meant mischief.
+
+"After a little he brought the princess into the room and laid her on
+the bed. She was in a dreadful condition, but she was game still. She
+had not given the secret away. I begged Garshaski to untie me and allow
+me to attend to her, but he wouldn't hear to it.
+
+"'She'll come around all right,'" he declared; adding:
+
+"'And for your interference you have to suffer, Alice. I will make you
+feel sorry you ever insulted me in the way you did.' He then left us,
+and I tried to question the princess, but she would not talk about
+herself.
+
+"'Listen, Alice,' she said. 'That fiend has killed my cousin Wang Foo.
+He told me so. He means to kill me, I know it, but I will never tell him
+where my grandfather hid his money. I will tell you, though, for you may
+live to get out of this and I want you, if you do, to go and get that
+money and give it to Ah Lung. Promise me that.'
+
+"I gave her the promise and asked how much the money amounted to.
+
+"She declared that her grandfather's letter did not state.
+
+"She then went on to tell me that it was hidden under the headstone of
+an old house near the North Beach, the location of which she described
+so carefully that I am sure I can find it. It appears that her
+grandfather, although he lived in Chinatown, carried on business in this
+house selling cigars, soda water and so on, probably doing a little
+opium smuggling on the sly."
+
+"Let's see!" exclaimed Old King Brady. "What was the old fellow's name
+again? I heard Garshaski speak it, but I forget."
+
+"His name was Gong Schow," Alice replied.
+
+"Why, I knew him!" cried the old detective. "Of course, he smuggled
+opium. The cigar and soda water business was only a blind. I can locate
+that house if you can't Alice. But do you suppose it is still standing?"
+
+"The princess thinks so at all events. That is all I know about it."
+
+"Very likely it is then. We must go down there at once. On the way we
+will look in at Lung & Lung's and learn how it fares with Garshaski's
+unfortunate victim."
+
+"Go on with your story," said Harry.
+
+"There is little more to tell," replied Alice. "Garshaski must have had
+his ear at some listening hole, for he now burst in on us and, gagging
+me carried Skeep Hup off, declaring that he had heard all."
+
+And this ended what Alice had to say.
+
+They started away right after breakfast.
+
+Meanwhile Old King Brady called up Mr. Narraway on the telephone and
+suggested--for he was in no position to order it--the immediate arrest
+of Volckman.
+
+"That has already been attended to," replied the Secret Service
+commissioner over the wire, "Leggett was at my house early this morning
+and told me what happened last night."
+
+At Lung & Lung's they ran into Wun Lung.
+
+"Ah was still at his club," he said. "He had seen him that morning. Dr.
+Gim Suey thought he would recover." That was all he could say.
+
+The Bradys and Alice now went to the North Beach.
+
+Here they met with disappointment.
+
+They passed on to a point at some distance from the bathing houses to a
+place where there had once been quite a little grouping of little shacks
+where various kinds of small business had once been carried on.
+
+But these, owing to certain changes, had all been abandoned since the
+fire. Many of them had been pulled down and carried away for firewood.
+The few which still remained were all unoccupied and fast going to ruin.
+
+Skeep Hup's description of the place would have fitted either one of
+those remaining.
+
+Even Old King Brady was at fault, sure as he had been that he could
+easily identify the house.
+
+They returned to the North Beach proper and started to inquire.
+
+They could not find any one who remembered old Gong Schow, strange as it
+seemed, for the man had been there for several years.
+
+"It looks as though we should have to give it up altogether," remarked
+Harry when this stage of the game was reached.
+
+"It does," replied Old King Brady, "and it don't give us the Chinese
+Princess either. There is but one way to solve the mystery that I can
+think that is to get hold of some old Chink who knew and had business
+with Gong Schow."
+
+"But it is doubtful if such a person can be made to tell."
+
+"Very."
+
+"Do you know such a man?"
+
+"I think I do."
+
+"Who is he?"
+
+"Now, Harry, I feel under obligations not to tell you. He is a Chinaman
+who was at one time largely engaged in opium smuggling. I knew it, but I
+was never called upon to proceed against him, so as he once did me an
+important service I made no move. I found out that he was in the hop
+business by the merest accident and I swore to him that I would never
+tell."
+
+And Harry knew that this was final.
+
+So they gave it up and went back to town, leaving Old King Brady to look
+up his man.
+
+Alice was still suffering from the effects of what she had been through
+in those underground rooms, so she remained at the hotel while Harry
+started out to see what he could do towards locating Dr. Garshaski.
+
+He called first at the Stockton street house and entered the Doctor's
+room with a skeleton key.
+
+It was a case of no doctor, but there was evidence that he had recently
+been there.
+
+Hardly knowing what to do or where to go, Harry bent his steps towards
+the North Beach again.
+
+When he got there the water looked good to him, so he went in swimming.
+
+The day was cool and there were few bathers.
+
+One old white-haired man, a splendid swimmer, particularly attracted
+Young King Brady's attention and he fell into conversation with him.
+
+He learned that the old fellow suffered terribly from insomnia.
+
+"Why I often come down here and go in alone at midnight," he said, "and
+sometimes in the early morning hours. I was here this morning at a
+quarter to one."
+
+"Is the place deserted then?" Harry asked.
+
+"I don't believe the North Beach baths are ever deserted," replied the
+old man. "There are always a few old cranks like myself paddling about;
+sometimes we see strange sights."
+
+"I suppose so. Suicides for instance?"
+
+"Yes, I have seen more than I like to think of. I have personally
+prevented three. Last night I saw something which interested me, but, of
+course, I didn't butt in. I never do. I learned long ago to mind my own
+business in my nightly wanderings."
+
+"What was that?" inquired Harry carelessly, for he was not paying very
+close attention to the old man's talk.
+
+"See those old shacks away down there where the pavilion used to be,"
+pointing to the very place which interested Young King Brady most.
+
+"Why, yes. What about them?"
+
+"Last night, just as I came here and before I had undressed--it was
+about a quarter to one, I should say--I saw an old-fashioned hack drive
+up on the top of the bank and stop. A man got out and then lifted out
+what I took to be a little girl, and the hack drove away. Next thing I
+knew he was coming down the long steps carrying the girl in his arms."
+
+"Going to drown her!" cried Harry.
+
+"I thought so," replied the old man. "There was nobody here but me. I
+determined to prevent it if I could so I sneaked along under the bank
+making as good time as possible and managed to get where I could see
+what was going on, just as the fellow reached the bottom of the steps.
+You can judge of my surprise when I tell you that I saw that he was a
+Chinaman, and that what I had taken to be a little girl was actually a
+very small Chinese woman, one of the kind with little feet. I hid under
+the bank ready to jump on him if he attempted any funny business, but I
+now saw that he had no notions of drowning the woman. He wandered about
+among the old shacks talking to her in Chinese. They seemed to be trying
+to find something."
+
+"And did they succeed?" asked Harry quickly.
+
+"They did not as far as I could judge," replied the swimmer. "They hung
+around for half an hour. The Chinawoman apparently could not walk; he
+had to carry her all the time. At last they seemed to give it up. He
+carried her up the steps again and they got into the hack and were
+driven away."
+
+"Garshaski and the princess," thought Harry. "It could have been no one
+else. What can it mean? Has he given up the treasure hunt then?"
+
+He asked the old fellow his name and was told that it was Abner Dawson.
+
+They went out of the water now after that and while they were dressing
+an idea suddenly occurred to Young King Brady.
+
+"Mr. Dawson," he asked, "is there any other place around San Francisco
+which goes by the name of North Beach?"
+
+"There might be, over the Bay," said Dawson. "They have a lot of our San
+Francisco names duplicated over there."
+
+Harry left him wondering if there could be anything in his idea.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+TOO LATE.
+
+
+Old King Brady had two good reasons for keeping his mouth shut about the
+Chinaman whom he hoped might furnish him information about Gong Schow.
+
+In the first place this man, who went by the name of Ed. Woo, had once
+saved his life during a mix-up in a Dupont street opium joint, a service
+which the old detective was not the kind to forget, and in the next
+place the man had long since given up his crooked ways and now held a
+position in a certain prominent bank on Montgomery street where he had
+charge of all Chinese business, commanded a good salary and was highly
+respected.
+
+Old King Brady was not the man to throw a stone in the way of such a
+character, for which who can blame him?
+
+Business of importance prevented the old detective from calling at once
+on Ed Woo, but during the morning he went to the bank and calling him
+out into the hall briefly explained the situation in part.
+
+He told him about the princess, but made no mention of the
+supposed-to-be-hidden money.
+
+"I have every reason to believe that Gong Schow before his death hid
+papers of importance in the little shack where he used to carry on
+business near the North Beach," he said. "This man Ah Lung is most
+anxious to recover those papers as well as the princess. I have been
+there, but everything seems to be in ruins. I can't even locate the spot
+where the shack stood. I am afraid the case is hopeless, but I thought
+that perhaps you could help me out, Woo."
+
+"I will if I can, you may be sure," replied the Chinese bank clerks,
+"but I must say, Mr. Brady, you are rather indefinite."
+
+"I know it," answered the old detective, "but to tell the truth, I have
+to be. The affair concerns only Ah Lung."
+
+"And you are the best man in the world for keeping others people's
+secrets. But I did not refer to that. Which Gong Schow do you mean?"
+
+"What! Was there more than one of that name in Chinatown?"
+
+"There were four."
+
+"Bless me! That certainly complicates matters. But surely there was only
+one who ran a business at the North Beach and engaged in hop smuggling
+on the side."
+
+"There again you are wrong. There were two; what is more, there was
+another place called North Beach in those days."
+
+The Chinaman named the location. It was over the Bay above Saucelito.
+
+There, Ed Woo explained, a certain cove was once called North Beach and
+enjoyed a short-lived popularity as a Sunday bathing resort, but had now
+been entirely abandoned for several years.
+
+"And was there a Gong Schow in business over there?" asked the old
+detective.
+
+"There was," replied Ed Woo, "there was one out there and one at the old
+North Beach in San Francisco. Both took a hand at hop smuggling. I knew
+them both, so you see, Mr. Brady, it is important that I should know
+which one you mean."
+
+"Well, under the circumstances I should say so," exclaimed the old
+detective. "The man I refer to died shortly after the fire."
+
+"Then he was the Gong Schow over the bay," was the reply. "The other one
+so far as I know is living still."
+
+Here was information of real value.
+
+Hurrying back to the hotel Old King Brady found Harry had just come in.
+
+"Have you accomplished anything?" he asked.
+
+"Nothing, I may say," replied Harry, "except that by mere accident I
+learned that Dr. Garshaski took the princess to the North Beach last
+night and made a hunt for Gong Schow's house, but failed to find it."
+
+"Which North Beach?"
+
+"What? Are there two?"
+
+"Sure."
+
+"You don't mean it. Do you know that is just what I was wondering. You
+certainly know San Francisco better than I do, Governor."
+
+Old King Brady smiled.
+
+"Oh, I can't lay claim to have been in possession of the knowledge for
+any length of time," he said, and went on to explain.
+
+"Singular that I should have been seized with the same idea," remarked
+Harry. "Alice, how does it strike you? Can this and not the regulation
+North Beach be the place?"
+
+"Easily," replied Alice. "Skeep Hup knows nothing of San Francisco,
+remember. When she said North Beach, she was only repeating what she had
+read in her grandfather's letter. She told me that the letter stated
+that the house was a little frame affair standing back under the bluff,
+and that it had a green door; that there were other houses near it and
+that all had been abandoned."
+
+"Hello!" exclaimed Harry. "You did not mention the green door before."
+
+"Didn't I? Then it must have slipped my mind. But when one comes to
+think of it, no Chinaman in his senses would ever think of hiding money
+anywhere around North Beach, San Francisco."
+
+"Dr. Garshaski seems to have been as badly deceived as ourselves,"
+observed Harry.
+
+"Yes, but he may have become undeceived by this time," replied Old King
+Brady. "We want to get across the bay at once and do our investigating
+there."
+
+They lost no time in putting this plan into effect, starting for the
+foot of Clay street where, as Old King Brady knew, there was a man who
+had naphtha launches to rent.
+
+As they were about to enter the little office of this individual who
+should they run into but Detective Leggett.
+
+"Volckman has given us the slip," said Leggett. "I am going across the
+bay after him."
+
+"You started to arrest him?"
+
+"I didn't; Narraway sent a man to do it; some one must have tipped
+Volckman off, for he didn't come to business this morning nor send any
+word. I happened to be at the office when the man came in with this
+report; Narraway told me to go to Volckman's house and see if I could
+nail him there."
+
+"And you failed?"
+
+"Failed because he wasn't there. Wasn't any one there? The house was
+shut up. I managed to get in all the same. Found most everything packed
+up. I prowled about and came across some letters in an old desk which
+are mighty interesting. Want to see them?"
+
+"What are they about?"
+
+"Opium smuggling. Five names are mentioned. The gang has had a bad scare
+through our operations. They have changed their base. There's another
+lot of hop expected in to-night it seems and the landing is to be made
+at a lonely spot over the bay. I'm bound for there now. Want to size up
+the place and report to Narraway. I shall recommend that you be put in
+charge of the raid, Mr. Brady."
+
+"I am not sure that I want the contract," replied the old detective.
+
+"Got the princess yet?"
+
+"No. We are still hunting Garshaski; but where is this place you speak
+of?"
+
+"It's above Saucelito; used to be called North Beach."
+
+The Bradys and Alice glanced at each other.
+
+"How are you going, Leggett?" the old detective asked.
+
+"Why, I was going to hire a launch."
+
+"Then you may as well come along with us, for that's just the place we
+are bound for."
+
+And thus it came about that once again Detective Leggett came to be
+associated with the Bradys in their chase after the Chinese Princess.
+
+The launch was engaged and with the detectives on board and Harry
+running the motor, it started in the direction of the Golden Gate.
+
+It now became necessary to take Leggett fully into their confidence, for
+the Secret Service man had not understood about the hidden money.
+
+He grew quite excited and talked of little else the rest of the trip.
+
+It made matters easier for the Bradys that Leggett knew the exact
+location of this other North Beach.
+
+In due time they ran into the shallow cove under the green hills where
+there was a small pier, sort of boat-house on piles and several frame
+shacks which had once been devoted to such business as is usually found
+about a bathing place.
+
+All happened to be deserted.
+
+The Bradys instead of landing at the pier ran further down and tied up
+at a float from which they passed to the shore.
+
+The Bradys walked up the beach surveying the different shacks.
+
+"There's your green door, Alice," Harry suddenly exclaimed, as he
+pointed on ahead.
+
+It was attached to a one-story building scarcely larger than a good
+sized hencoop, that green door.
+
+"Looks as if it might be the place," observed Old King Brady, adding:
+
+"But who owns the sailboat tied up at the pier, I wonder?"
+
+They had not observed it as they approached the pier from the other
+side.
+
+"Suggests Garshaski," said Harry.
+
+They pushed on to the green door.
+
+"Go on in, Harry and Alice," said the old detective. "Leggett and I will
+watch that house on the piles. The owner of the sailboat may be inside."
+
+Harry and Alice then pushed on into the shack.
+
+"Too late!" cried Alice, "Garshaski has been here ahead of us!"
+
+And indeed it looked so, for there in the middle of the floor lay a flat
+stone broken in two pieces.
+
+Evidently it had served as a hearth stone and beneath where it had lain
+at the foot of the chimney was a newly dug hole.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+"Just in time to be too late!" exclaimed Harry, pointing at the hole.
+
+"So it would seem. But it may not be so. That sailboat!" said Old King
+Brady.
+
+"That's what's the matter!" cried Harry. "That boat-house, you may say.
+Who is inside? That's what we want to know now."
+
+"Mr. Brady! Oh, Mr. Brady!" called Leggett excitedly.
+
+All hurried outside.
+
+"Look!" said Leggett, pointing up the bay.
+
+A good-sized launch was rapidly approaching, evidently heading for this
+abandoned beach.
+
+"Can it be the hop gang?" asked Leggett.
+
+"Who can tell?" replied the old detective. "Sneak on beyond the
+boat-house and get a sight of them. If you find they are Chinks hold up
+two fingers and get back as fast as you can. Don't show yourself any
+more than you have to."
+
+"Right. What about the treasure?"
+
+Harry hastily explained and Leggett hurried away, passing behind the
+boat-house.
+
+The Bradys approached it leisurely.
+
+The building was much larger than an ordinary boat-house. Indeed,
+perhaps it had never been intended for a boat-house at all, but for the
+office of the proprietors of the beach.
+
+It had a door opening on the pier, also a window.
+
+They stepped upon the pier and were just about to pass around to the
+front of the building when suddenly they heard the door open noisily.
+
+"Stop!" breathed Old King Brady, "we want to know what that means."
+
+He was about to peer around the corner of the building when a harsh
+voice called out something in Chinese.
+
+"Mercy!" whispered Alice. "Garshaski! He says 'Now I'm going to be rid
+of you, princess!'"
+
+Before Alice finished speaking, Old King Brady knew.
+
+Peering around the corner of the building, he saw Dr. Garshaski starting
+down the pier carrying the Princes Skeep Hup in his arms crossing a sort
+of runway or gang plank which connected the pier with the house.
+
+"Stop where you are, Doctor!" shouted the old detective, as all three
+showed themselves now.
+
+The old detective ran to head him off. Harry and Alice were now on the
+side platform separated from the runway by considerable space.
+
+Instantly the Doctor saw them.
+
+With an exclamation of surprise and disgust he turned and took the back
+track.
+
+Old King Brady rushed after the flying Chinaman who was carrying the
+princess.
+
+He crossed a gang plank and entered the house on the piles.
+
+The next instant part of the runway flew up, closing the doorway, while
+Harry and Alice looked on.
+
+"You scoundrel!" shouted Old King Brady. "Harm that woman at your
+peril!"
+
+"Leggett is signalling!" cried Harry. "There are Chinks in the launch!"
+
+"Save the princess!" exclaimed Alice. "That yellow fiend has unearthed
+the treasure and now he will kill her."
+
+"But how to get at him!" cried Old King Brady. "You two keep guard here.
+There must be a rear entrance. I'll tackle him there."
+
+He ran around to where they were standing.
+
+"Let Harry go too!" cried Alice. "If he comes out with the princess I'll
+shoot him."
+
+"Come, Harry," said the old detective, and around the house they went.
+
+Meanwhile Leggett was hurrying along the beach.
+
+There proved to be a back door to the house, but it was shut. There was
+no window here, thus it was impossible to tell what Garshaski was about,
+but as they drew nearer they could hear him fumbling with the lock of
+the door.
+
+"Stand in close, Harry," whispered the old detective.
+
+The order was a wise one, for the next instant the door slightly opened
+and Garshaski peered out.
+
+He jumped back, closing the door, but before the Bradys had time to
+think twice it was opened again on the crack and a revolver was fired.
+
+The shot went through Old King Brady's hat.
+
+The instant the crack of the revolver was heard, Harry, who had drawn
+his weapon, fired.
+
+His aim was true, the shot flew in through the crack of the door.
+
+There was a yell of pain and something was heard to fall.
+
+"Forward!" cried the old detective.
+
+As he said it a succession of queer little squeals began inside the
+house and a woman's voice chattered in Chinese.
+
+It was the princess!
+
+The Bradys rushed inside.
+
+Harry's shot had taken Dr. Garshaski in the right hand.
+
+He dropped the revolver and starting back had stumbled over a chair and
+fallen.
+
+The princess lost no time in improving her opportunity.
+
+She could not stand on her little feet owing to the damage done those
+nearly useless members by that terrible rack, but she had free use of
+her hands as she sat there on the floor.
+
+Garshaski, as we should have mentioned, was now in full Chinese costume
+even to a false pigtail, but his natural hair was long enough for Skeep
+Hup to get a good hold, and there she was yanking it for all she was
+worth.
+
+The scene was a comical one, but it might have been a tragedy, for the
+Doctor had just managed to get hold of the princess with his unwounded
+left hand, when the Bradys burst into the room.
+
+Harry covered the Doctor, Old King Brady managed to make the princess
+let go her hold on his hair, but not without some difficulty.
+
+Quickly they tied his legs together, searched and captured another
+revolver.
+
+Meanwhile Garshaski had not spoken a word. His face was deathly white,
+the sight of his own blood which flowed freely had apparently turned him
+faint, for by the time the Bradys succeeded in securing him he had
+relapsed into unconsciousness.
+
+"Call Alice!" ordered the old detective. "We want to find out about the
+treasure while we have so good a chance."
+
+Alice came. The princess almost fell over herself in her delight,
+chattering eagerly in Chinese.
+
+"Well?" demanded the old detective. "Well?"
+
+"Oh, he got the treasure all right," said Alice. "It is in here."
+
+She led the way into the front room, which was fitted up with a bar and
+upon this stood an old dress-suit case.
+
+"That's it!" cried Alice. "They have but just finished their work.
+Garshaski was going to drown her and make off with the money. The
+princess says that he found it under the hearth stone and that there is
+a lot of it."
+
+Leggett now burst into the roam.
+
+"That launch is full of Chinks!" he said, "but they have shoved off. I
+think they saw Mr. Brady's big hat and were scared away."
+
+Perhaps it was so, for they did not return.
+
+The suit-case, being opened, was found stuffed with yellow-backs with
+some gold.
+
+When counted later the amount proved to be a little over $75,000.
+
+Garshaski was rounded up in San Francisco jail, later going to a
+hospital.
+
+The Princess Skeep Hup was turned over to the Lung Brothers with the
+treasure. Some weeks later she married Ah Lung, who made a quick
+recovery.
+
+That night the Bradys with Leggett and other Secret Service men returned
+to the abandoned beach.
+
+Here they went into hiding, waiting for the opium smugglers.
+
+And again it proved a foggy night, which greatly aided them in their
+work.
+
+Two boats landed between one and two o'clock.
+
+Meanwhile Volckman, five Chinamen and a white representative of the
+crooked commercial house were on land to receive the cargo.
+
+At the right moment the Bradys rounded up the whole outfit; thus that
+incident was closed.
+
+Dr. Garshaski went to San Quentin for ten years. The opium smugglers
+received various short sentences.
+
+Volckman's was five years.
+
+But what became of Wang Foo?
+
+This was never known.
+
+Mysteriously he seemed to have vanished.
+
+Garshaski denied all knowledge of the man, but Alice is firmly of the
+opinion that he was murdered in the torture room connected with the
+House of the Seven Delights.
+
+The police raided the place and cleaned out all its occupants.
+
+Old King Brady looked up Inez Reyes and not only gave her $200, but paid
+her way back to Mexico.
+
+Ah Lung treated the Bradys most liberally and Leggett came in for his
+share.
+
+Well could Ah Lung afford it, for, thanks to skillful detective work, he
+had secured old Gong Schow's hidden treasure and his Chinese Princess.
+
+Next week's issue will contain "THE BRADYS AND 'OLD DANGEROUS'; OR,
+AFTER THE KING OF THE BANK BREAKERS."
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+ITEMS WORTH READING
+
+The superintendent of an orphan asylum in Oxford, N. C., lately received
+the following letter, offering a good education to some deserving boy:
+"Dear Doctor, I wants to git a gude boye from the assylim to hep mee in
+mye farm wurk. I will treet him cindely and giv him as gude edicatin as
+I hev got myself. Your truly," etc.
+
+By way of reply to the 14-inch gun which has been adopted, by some other
+navies, the British Admiralty are constructing, we understand, a
+15-inch, 50-caliber gun. If the present rate of increase continues, it
+will not be long before we are back to the 17-inch caliber, which was
+used in a few monster weapons of 20 years ago that were mounted in
+certain Italian warships.
+
+For conniving at the crimes of notorious robbers, eleven of the
+detective officers of Moscow have been sentenced to various terms of
+imprisonment--five of them to hard labor in the Siberian mines. The
+detectives were denounced in a private letter to the czar, written by a
+thief who had refused to operate with the officers and divide his
+plunder with them.
+
+One hundred dollars for one standing white pine tree was the stiff price
+paid to George Burgess of Clark County, Wis. The tree was cut and scaled
+slightly over 5,000 feet when cut into six logs, making a good profit
+for the buyer at the present price of lumber. At that rate a quarter
+section of pine would make a man a millionaire many times over.
+
+According to cable dispatches from Gibraltar, the new battleship
+"Neptune" has recently made a test of a new system of aiming the main
+battery, which has been originated by Percy Scott, the father of the
+modern system of target firing. It is stated that while the "Neptune"
+was steaming at 13-knots she fired two broadsides in quick succession at
+a target moving at the same speed at a distance of 8,000 yards, and that
+every shot went home. The aiming and firing of the guns is done entirely
+from the conning tower, the duties of the gun crews being merely to load
+the guns. If this be true, Scott has made an advance second only in
+importance to his famous improvements of five or six years ago.
+
+At Douen, in France, on the River Seine, there is a bridge that is a
+sort of aerial ferry. In order to avoid interference with shipping at
+this point, it was determined to place no structure in the stream or
+near its surface. Instead of a bridge in any of the ordinary forms, a
+horizontal flooring, sustained by steel towers and suspension cable, was
+stretched across the river at an elevation of 167 feet. On this flooring
+run electrically-driven rollers, from which is suspended, by means of
+steel ropes, a car that moves at the level of the wharves on the river
+banks. The car is 36 feet wide and 42 feet long, and is furnished, like
+a ferryboat, with accommodations for carriages and foot passengers. The
+ropes that carry the hanging car are interlaced diagonally in such a
+manner that the support is rigid, and a swinging motion is avoided.
+
+To secure sound rock for the entire length of the Catskill aqueduct
+tunnel it has been necessary to go down over one thousand feet below the
+river surface. Investigation was made by wash borings, by diamond drills
+operated from scows on the river, and by inclined diamond borings
+started from the bottom of shafts sunk 300 feet on each side of the
+river. One of these inclined holes was over 3,000 feet long. The
+inclination was determined by sinking the shaft glass tubes filled with
+hydrofluoric acid, which etched a true horizontal line on the interior
+surface.
+
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+
+WITH THE FUNNY FELLOWS.
+
+Shockit--Does learning the bicycle require any particular application?
+Sprockitt--No; none in particular. But arnica is about as good as
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+
+Visitor--What makes you so ugly, Tommy? Don't you love your baby
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+he looked like me.
+
+Waiter (seeing dissatisfaction on guest's face)--Wasn't the dinner
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+
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+Me carry a bundle? I guess not. Besides, I've got to lug both my tires
+and a handle bar down to the repair shop.
+
+Lawyer--I'll defend you, Sambo, in this bigamy case, but what defense
+have you? Sambo--I kin prove an alibi. Lawyer--An alibi? How will you
+prove it? Sambo--By two odder wives whut I had.
+
+Miss Smart (after an hour of patient listening to a tortured violin)--Do
+you play a great deal, Mr. Sawton? Mr. Sawton (modestly)--Oh, not a
+great deal, I assure you. I play only to kill time. Miss S.
+(enthusiastically)--How well you succeed!
+
+Judge--Have you anything to say, prisoner? Prisoner--Yes. I'm engaged to
+be married. I've been engaged for the last ten years. Judge--Why aren't
+you married? Prisoner--Because we've never been out of jail together.
+She comes out to-morrow.
+
+The pupils in a school in Boston were asked to give in writing the
+difference between a biped and a quadruped. One boy gave the following:
+"A biped has two legs and a quadruped has four legs, therefore, the
+difference between a biped and a quadruped is two legs."
+
+Mistress--Oh, Briget! Briget! What an awful numbskull you are! You've
+put the potatoes on the table with their skins on, right in front of our
+visitors, too. You--you--what shall I call you? Briget (affably)--Call
+me "Agnes," if ye loike, mum; 'tis me other name.
+
+A real joke was sprung by a student at the Western Reserve University
+last week. This student suffers from the stigma of obesity; it appears
+that even professors do not love a fat man. After a particularly
+unsuccessful recitation in English III., the professor said: "Alas, Mr.
+Blank! You are better fed than taught." "That's right, professor,"
+sighed the youth, subsiding heavily. "You teach me--I feed myself."
+
+A writer in the Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post tells of a big,
+overgrown, bashful booby of a farmer's boy who was afraid even to speak
+to a girl, and whose father one day finally lost patience and scolded
+him roundly for not looking about and finding some girl to marry. "Why,"
+he said, "at your age I had been married three years and had a house and
+farm of my own!" "Well, but, dad," complained the boy, "that ain't the
+same thing at all. You only had to marry mother, while I've got to go
+and hunt up some strange girl and ask her to marry me!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE MARSHLEA TRAGEDY
+
+By Col. Ralph Fenton
+
+
+Three years ago I went down to Marshlea to spend the summer. It is a
+sea-breezy, bird-singing country, and the Ocean House, having been taken
+by a friend of mine for the season, I knew I should have unexceptionable
+quarters, and "rust" as my friend Charley Williard says, to my heart's
+content.
+
+Change of scene is a good thing, but utter solitude, under the names of
+rustication and rest, is a penalty I never willingly undergo.
+
+I knew that there would be plenty of people at Marshlea--people in
+undress and holiday tempers--fashionables exhibiting, scholars seeking,
+invalids languishing, flirts flirting, and many good people simply
+enjoying relief from care and the salubrious situation.
+
+I expected as much of the people as I did of the place, and accepted
+them quite as willingly.
+
+My quarters were comfortable, a cool northeast room and a little east
+bedroom looking upon the sea, both rooms furnished freely in bamboo and
+India matting.
+
+I wheeled my bed so that I could see the sun rise in the morning, quite
+comfortable, and with no thanks to Mr. Bierstadt, and heard the gong
+sound two hours later, while I was reading Thackeray.
+
+I never took morning sea-baths--they did not agree with my
+constitution--but at noon, when the tide lapped the shingles, full of a
+soft wash and warm swells, I took a stretch of half a mile, and felt the
+better for my tonic.
+
+But of a morning, as the tide came in, it was pleasant to watch the
+bathers--men swimming with fearless little boys, mothers dipping
+astonished babies, and acres of scarlet-clad figures tripping along the
+sand, or waltzing in the surf, like blossoms blown about--while the sky
+lay low and fleecy and warm over the scene.
+
+I remember the sand-piper's cry, the peals of laughter, and lowing of
+the cattle in the marshes.
+
+I recollect the saxifrage that grew among the rocks, the spring that
+pushed its way over the salt pebbles to the waters of the cove, and the
+sweet notes of the little brown shore birds.
+
+I recall a day when the sunshine was very bland; glittering carriage
+loads of dolce far niente pleasure-seekers rolled slowly down the sands.
+Staniels' canopied boat, its silken flag fluttering, softly rocked at
+his moorings, little white tents, the mushroom dwellings of sportsmen,
+dotted the rocks, and the sea glittered and tossed under the serene
+blueness of the sky.
+
+It was all enjoyable then, but an element of tragedy entered into it
+afterwards which makes me recall the place with a pang of sorrow.
+
+I seem to hear a woman's shrieks ringing out over that blue, smiling
+water.
+
+I was smoking in the bowling alley one evening, when a light coupe came
+dashing over the sands, and stopped at the door of the hotel.
+
+John Saunders, my good friend and host, came out to meet a singularly
+handsome man, who alighted, and entered into conversation with him.
+
+"By jingo!" exclaimed a volatile voice in my ear. "Colonel Staniels!"
+and my mercurial friend, Walt Summers, finished his exclamation of
+surprise with a prolonged whistle.
+
+"Are you sure?" I asked, for I knew the name, though not the man then.
+
+"Yes; know his carriage. And then no one could ever see Eben Staniels
+and mistake him afterwards."
+
+I was certain of that when I saw the gentleman at supper.
+
+He was about the medium height, with a magnificent chest, a handsome
+head covered with curling brown hair, and a prompt, military bearing.
+
+His eyes were gray, bright, unflinching and very handsome.
+
+He wore a closely-trimmed dark beard, and his regular features, straight
+brows and bold white forehead made his face as fine as it was fearless.
+
+He seemed entirely indifferent to the sensation he produced.
+
+It was generally known that he had been divorced from his wife two years
+previous, and this fact, together with his wealth, standing and personal
+appearance, made him an object of attention to everybody.
+
+His manner was unexceptionable, and his bearing perfectly cool, to an
+ordinary observer; but as I passed him on the porch, late in the
+evening, smoking, I saw him looking silently over the moon-lighted sea,
+and wincing at his secret thoughts.
+
+His room adjoined mine. He was at Marshlea three weeks before I made his
+acquaintance.
+
+He knocked at my door one evening just at sunset.
+
+"Mr. Cathmor, would you like to drive in town with me to-night? The
+sunset promises us a fine evening."
+
+I had planned a sail by the moonlight, but an impulse to accept Colonel
+Staniels' invitation instantly seized me.
+
+I admired the colonel, was glad to know more of him, as this opportunity
+suggested, and I liked fine horses, and the colonel's were very fine. I
+accepted the invitation.
+
+When we went out the sun had just set, and a boy was holding the horses.
+
+As soon as he left their heads we sailed away.
+
+The animals were magnificent, wanting nothing but guiding.
+
+In town we went to the postoffice and bank, and then turned homewards.
+
+The colonel talked well. We touched briefly on a score of standard
+subjects, and momentarily my respect for the man beside me increased.
+
+He made many remarks worth recording, among these this:
+
+"It is a very common mistake among men that they must rule their wives."
+
+This was nearly four years ago, before the diffusion of the woman's
+rights question, now so generally discussed. The words, and his manner
+of saying them, gave me a clew to the track of his observations, if not
+his experience.
+
+I glanced at the stern contour of his face, the unquiet glance of his
+eye, and chose to believe the latter.
+
+Suddenly his manner changed.
+
+"Mr. Cathmor, I have a fancy to receive your congratulations first. I am
+to be married in a few days, and bring my wife to the Ocean House," he
+said.
+
+I expressed the pleasure his manner conveyed to me.
+
+"My little girl will like this place, I think," he said.
+
+The singular sweetness of his smile charmed me. After a moment he took a
+little oval miniature case from his breast and handed it to me. It
+contained a sweet, pure, earnest face--a sparkle in the modest eyes,
+too, that told of exuberant life.
+
+"That is what I call lovable," I exclaimed, in enthusiasm.
+
+My praise seemed to touch him to the quick.
+
+"I think so, too," he answered, quietly, putting the picture back in its
+hiding-place, with a moment's happy abstraction.
+
+We drove fleetly up to the door. A little knot of men gathered about the
+horses as usual. I went up to my room with a new item for thought.
+
+The next day Colonel Staniels took the boat for New York. In three days
+he was back with his wife.
+
+Brides are not generally to my taste, they are usually too suggestive of
+clothes, and plume themselves to a fatiguing extent. They are too
+demonstrative and important, too publicly tender, and too generally
+oppressive. But I liked Mrs. Staniels the moment I heard her glad
+laugh. It was a laugh, and her face was like a sunbeam.
+
+She was not overdressed or burdened with the consciousness of her
+position; she did not caress her husband in public, or betray any
+unusual excitement.
+
+She talked in an arch, merry little way with everybody she won to her
+side, telling of places, things, people, anybody but herself and the
+colonel.
+
+She had just returned from Europe. She was pretty, and an heiress, but
+she was not spoiled.
+
+I admired the colonel more than ever at that time. He received the
+ladies' congratulations and compliments on his wife with a grave
+sweetness; I noticed that the men did not jest with him, and that their
+appearance did not suggest any of the stale jokes and comments on
+matrimony, common to a mixed company. More than all this, their composed
+and friendly demeanor when together, and the quiet system of their
+glances, pleased me.
+
+But I knew that Staniels was very happy. His face unbent--its only fault
+had been a little coldness and sternness--and revealed a warmth and
+geniality that made him quite resistible.
+
+He formed the habit of coming into my room to smoke, remarking that:
+"Say did not like tobacco smoke."
+
+I never saw him smoke in her presence.
+
+The name on her wedding cards was Sarah Fay Pomfret, but this stately
+appellation the colonel abbreviated to the diminutive title, "Say," and
+it seemed to quite suit her.
+
+One day, about three weeks after their arrival, a party of us went down
+the shore gunning, Colonel Staniels was of the number.
+
+My luck was unusually good. My game bag became heavy.
+
+Towards noon I flung myself down under a tree to rest.
+
+In a few minutes Staniels appeared and took a seat beside me. He was out
+of spirits.
+
+"What is the matter?" I asked.
+
+He tried to smile, ruthlessly, but I saw a tear flash in his eye.
+
+"My cursed obstinacy! I was cross to Say this morning."
+
+He arose restlessly, and walked away. I saw that he was far from being
+happy, but it was a matter requiring no interference of mine.
+
+"Who breaks--pays," I muttered, and lay flat on my back for a full hour
+before the rest came up.
+
+I reached home first.
+
+The day had been unusually hot, but a cooling breeze had sprung up as
+the sun set.
+
+I entered the house, and passing up to my room met Say Spaniels, all in
+white, in the hall.
+
+"Mr. Cathmor, is Eben coming?" she asked.
+
+"He has come; he will be up directly," I answered.
+
+"Keep still as a mouse," she whispered, "I am going to play a trick on
+him. Don't tell where I am--hush!" as a step sounded on the stair.
+
+She turned and fled noiselessly into an alcove of the hall.
+
+Staniels came rather slowly up the stairs. I thought he was deliberating
+what kind of a reception might greet him, fearing, perhaps, tears, pouts
+or frowns.
+
+But I, seeing the merry, peeping face, knew that the matter to which he
+was probably keenly sensible was utterly disregarded by the sweet,
+healthy nature of his wife.
+
+He entered the room, closed the door. All was silent after he crossed
+the floor. Say tiptoed down the hall and stood listening, her head with
+its glossy waves of chestnut hair bent, her red lips parted, her cheek
+dimpling.
+
+Suddenly we heard the report of a pistol. She started bewildered. I
+leaped from my seat, and sprang past her into the room. Staniels lay
+dead on the floor, shot through the heart. Beside him lay the innocent
+paper which had caused the deed.
+
+It was a little note saying:
+
+     "You do not love me. I have gone away. Good-by. Say."
+
+The cheat had been too certain. With a sore conscience, and a heart in
+which memories of a hidden past had probably rankled all day, the
+husband had been thoroughly duped. The thoughts that rushed upon him
+maddened him; the first act was self-destruction.
+
+And so, when I think of beautiful Marshlea, I always hear above the
+murmur of the sea and the songs of the birds, the dreadful shrieks of an
+agonized woman, whose innocent, childlike love had been the cause of so
+terrible a tragedy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A WILDCAT FULL OF FIGHT.
+
+
+A fierce fight between a monster wildcat and two dogs was witnessed the
+other day by Henry T. Frankelfield on Saw Creek, a tributary of the
+Bushkill, in lower Pike county, Pa. Mr. Frankelfield is the landlord of
+the Falls House at Resaca, Pa. He had been hearing the cries of the
+wildcat for several nights. A recent snowfall made excellent tracking
+and he started out in pursuit of the animal in company with his dogs,
+Sport and Watch.
+
+The hunter had not gone far when Sport struck the trail of the wildcat.
+The two dogs started off with a yelp and followed the scent almost to
+Saw Creek and then stopped. When Frankelfield came up he found one of
+the dogs smelling around an old tree stump. It was evident that the cat
+had been there recently, but had left again, after Watch found the trail
+again, and the animal was traced into Little Pine Swamp. Frankelfield
+remained at the edge of the swamp while the dogs entered it. He heard
+them bark and knew that they had found their game, and he made his way
+to the spot. He found both dogs at the foot of an old tamarack stump
+which had fallen against another tree, and in the top of the stump was
+the wildcat eying them both.
+
+Frankelfield took deliberate aim and discharged both barrels of his gun
+at the animal, but failed to kill it outright. Wounded and maddened with
+pain, the cat gave a loud screech, sprang from the tree stump to the
+ground, and landed on the back of one of the dogs. The infuriated beast
+got one of its paws in on Sport and almost scalped the dog, while Watch
+planted his teeth in the cat. Then began one of the liveliest scrapping
+matches Frankelfield has ever seen. Snarling and snapping, the cat
+fought both animals, the blood from the gunshot wounds dyeing the snow a
+deep red. Frankelfield watched the battle some time, and tried to shoot
+the animal, but the combatants seemed to be all in a snarl, and he was
+afraid to fire lest he should hit the dogs. It was nip-and-tuck for a
+long time, and the wildcat, although fighting against odds, clawed and
+chewed first one dog and then the other, as the trio rolled over and
+over. At last the cat, exhausted from loss of blood, gave up the fight
+and was killed by its opponents. Frankelfield carried the animal home,
+and intends having it mounted. It weighed forty pounds, and is the
+largest cat that has been killed in Poke County in many years.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A clerk in Belgrade, Servia, named Vellslaw Simmonovitch, on the
+strength of an increase of salary, recently telegraphed to a young woman
+of Losnitsa and asked her to share his fortunes. The regulation tax
+allows ten words for the minimum fee, and her answer ran: "Yes, gladly,
+willingly, joyfully, delightfully, gratefully, lovingly, yes, yes,
+yes."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Dissolving Penny.--A genuine penny is held by the fingertips. You
+offer it to your friend, and when he attempts to take it, the penny
+suddenly vanishes without any trace and is immediately reproduced from
+some quite unexpected place. Price, 12c
+
+CHAS. UNGER, 316 UNION ST., JERSEY CITY, N. J.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+MOSSBERG WRENCH DCO. ATTLEBORO MASS. U.S.A.
+
+DEVILINE'S WHISTLE.--Nickel plated, polished; it produces a
+near-piercing sound, large seller; illustration actual size.
+
+Price, 12c., by mail.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+MICROSCOPE.--By use of this wonderful little microscope you can magnify
+a drop of stagnant water until you see thousands of crawling insects; is
+also useful for inspecting grain, pork, linen and numerous other
+articles. This little instrument does equally as good work as the best
+microscopes and is invaluable to the household. Is made of best finished
+brass; size when closed one inch by two and a half inches. Price, 30c.
+
+    L. SENARENS,
+    347 Winthrop St.,
+    Brooklyn, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MANY TOOL KEY RING.
+
+The wonder of the age. The greatest small tool in the world. In this
+little instrument you have in combination seven useful tools embracing
+Key Ring, Pencil Sharpener, Nail Cutter and Cleaner, Watch Opener, Cigar
+Clipper, Letter Opener and Screw Driver. It is not a toy, but a useful
+article, made of cutlery steel, tempered and highly nickeled. Therefore
+will carry an edge the same as any piece of cutlery. As a useful tool,
+nothing has ever been offered to the public to equal it.
+
+Price, 15 cents, mailed, postpaid.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VANISHING CIGAR.--This cigar is made an exact imitation of a good one.
+It is held by a rubber cord, which with the attached safety pin, is
+fastened on the inside of the sleeve. When offered to a friend, as it is
+about to be taken, it will instantly disappear. Price by mail, postpaid,
+10c. each.
+
+Chas. Unger, 316 Union St., Jersey City, N. J.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LINK THE LINK PUZZLE.
+
+The sensation of the day. Pronounced by all, the most baffling and
+scientific novelty out. Thousands have worked at it for hours without
+mastering it, still it can be done in two seconds by giving the links
+the proper twist, but unless you know how, the harder you twist them the
+tighter they grow.
+
+Price, 6 cents; 3 for 15 cents; one dozen, 50 cents, by mail, postpaid.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CACHOO OR SNEEZING POWDER.--The greatest fun-maker of them all. A small
+amount of this powder, when blown in a room, will cause everyone to
+sneeze without anyone knowing where it comes from. It is very light,
+will float in the air for some time, and penetrate every nook and corner
+of a room. It is perfectly harmless. Cachoo is put up in bottles, and
+one bottle contains enough to be used from 10 to 15 times.
+
+Price by mail, 10c. each; 3 for 25c.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ROUGH AND READY TUMBLERS.
+
+These lively acrobats are handsomely decorated with the U. S. flag and
+with gold and silver stars and hearts. Upon placing them upon any flat
+surface they at once begin a most wonderful performance, climbing and
+tumbling over each other and chasing each other in every direction, as
+if this evil spirit was after them, causing roars of laughter from the
+spectators. They actually appear imbued with life. What causes them to
+cut up such antics is a secret that may not be known even to the owner
+of the unruly subjects. If you want some genuine fun send for a set of
+our tumblers.
+
+Price, per set, 10 cents; mailed postpaid.
+
+A. A. WARFORD, 16 Hart St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE GERMAN OCARINO.
+
+A handsome metal instrument, made in Germany, from which peculiar but
+sweet music can be produced. Its odd shape, which resembles a torpedo
+boat, will attract much attention. We send instructions with each
+instrument, by the aid of which any one can in a short time play any
+tune and produce very sweet music on this odd looking instrument.
+
+Price 10 cents by mail postpaid.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+TRICK PUZZLE PURSE.--The first attempt usually made to open it, is to
+press down the little knob in the centre of purse, when a small needle
+runs out and stabs them in the finger, but does not open it. You can
+open it before their eyes and still they will be unable to open it.
+Price by mail, postpaid, 25c. each.
+
+FRANK ROBINSON, 311 W. 44th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE JOKER'S CIGAR.
+
+The biggest sell of the season. A real cigar made of tobacco, but
+secreted in center of cigar about one-half inch from end is a fountain
+of sparklets. The moment the fire reaches this fountain hundreds of
+sparks of fire burst forth in every direction, to the astonishment of
+the smoker. The fire is stage fire, and will not burn the skin or
+clothing. After the fireworks the victim can continue smoking the cigar
+to the end.
+
+Price, 10 cents; 3 for 25 cents; 1 dozen, 90 cents, mailed, postpaid.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+JAPANESE TRICK KNIFE.--You can show the knife and instantly draw it
+across your finger, apparently cutting deep into the flesh. The red
+blood appears on the blade of the knife, giving a startling effect to
+the spectators. The knife is removed and the finger is found in good
+condition. Quite an effective illusion. Price by mail, 10c. each.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Good Luck Banks
+
+_Price 10 Cents_
+
+Ornamental as well as useful. Made of highly nickeled brass. It holds
+just One Dollar. When filled it opens itself. Remains locked until
+refilled. Can be used as a watchcharm. Money refunded if not satisfied.
+
+    L. SENARENS
+    347 WINTHROP ST.,
+    BROOKLYN, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HAPPY HOOLIGAN JOKER
+
+With this joker in the lappel of your coat, you can make a dead shot
+every time. Complete, with rubber ball and tubing.
+
+Price, 15 cents, by mail, postpaid.
+
+Chas. Unger, 316 Union St., Jersey City, N. J.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE GREAT FIRE EATER.
+
+_A great Sensational Trick of the Day!_ With the Fire Eater in his
+possession any person can become a perfect salamander, apparently
+_breathing fire_ and ejecting _thousands_ of brilliant sparks from his
+mouth, to the horror and consternation of all beholders. Harmless fun
+for all times, seasons and places. If you wish to produce a _decided
+sensation_ in your neighborhood don't fail to procure one. We send the
+Fire Eater with all the materials, in a handsome box, the cover of which
+is highly ornamented with illustrations in various colors. Price of
+_all_ complete only 15 cents, or 4 boxes for 50 cents, mailed postpaid;
+one dozen by express $1.20.
+
+N. B.--Full printed instructions for performing the trick accompany
+_each_ box, which also contains sufficient material for giving _several_
+exhibitions.
+
+FRANK ROBINSON, 311 W. 44th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE SURPRISE BOUQUET.
+
+The best practical joke of the season. This beautiful button-hole
+bouquet is made of artificial flowers and leaves which so closely
+resemble natural flowers that not one person in a thousand would detect
+the difference. After placing the bouquet in your button-hole you call
+the attention of a friend to its beauty and fragrance. He will very
+naturally step forward and smell of it, when, to his utter astonishment,
+a fine stream of water will be thrown into his face. Where the water
+comes from is a mystery, as you can have your hands at your side or
+behind you, and not touch the bouquet in any manner. You can give one
+dozen or more persons a shower bath without removing the bouquet from
+your button-hole, and after the water is exhausted it can be immediately
+refilled without removing it from your coat. Cologne can be used in
+place of water when desired. We have many funny things in our stock, but
+nothing that excels this.
+
+Price, complete in a beautiful box, with full printed instructions, 25
+cents, or three for 60 cents; by mail post paid.
+
+Chas. Unger, 316 Union St., Jersey City, N. J.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+IMITATION GOLD TEETH.--Gold plated tooth, shape made so that it will fit
+any tooth.
+
+Price, 5c., postpaid
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CARTER AEROPLANE No. 1
+
+Will fly on a horizontal line 150 feet! Can be flown in the house, and
+will not injure itself nor anything in the room. The most perfect little
+aeroplane made.
+
+The motive power is furnished by twisted rubber bands contained within
+the tubular body of the machine. It is actuated by a propeller at each
+end revolving in opposite directions. Variation in height may be
+obtained by moving the planes and the balance weight. It can be made to
+fly either to the right or the left by moving the balance sidewise
+before it is released for flight. PRICE 35 Cents Each, Delivered.
+
+L. Senarens, 347 Winthrop St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SNAKES IN THE GRASS.
+
+Something entirely new, consisting of six large cones, each one nearly
+one inch in height. Upon lighting one of these cones with a match, you
+see something similar to a 4th of July exhibition of fireworks. Sparks
+fly in every direction, and as the cone burns down it throws out and is
+surrounded with what appears to be grass; at the same time a large snake
+uncoils himself from the burning cone, and lazily stretches out in the
+grass, which at last burns to ashes, but the snake remains as a
+curiosity unharmed. They are not at all dangerous, and can be set off in
+the parlor if placed on some metal surface that will not burn. An
+ordinary dust pan answers the purpose nicely.
+
+Price of the six cones, packed in sawdust, in a strong wooden box, only
+10 cents, 3 boxes for 25 cents, 1 dozen boxes 75 cents, sent by mail
+post paid.
+
+M. O'NEILL, 425 W. 56th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+COMICAL RUBBER STAMPS.
+
+A complete set of five grotesque little people made of indestructible
+rubber mounted on black walnut blocks. The figures consist of Policeman,
+Chinaman, and other laughable figures as shown in pictures. As EACH
+figure is mounted on a separate block, any boy can set up a regular
+parade or circus by printing the figures in different positions. With
+each set of figures we send a bottle of colored ink, an ink pad and full
+instructions. Children can stamp these pictures on their toys, picture
+books, writing paper and envelopes, and they are without doubt the most
+amusing and entertaining novelty gotten up in years. Price of the
+complete set of Rubber Stamps, with ink and ink pad, only 10 cents, 3
+sets for 25 cents, one dozen 90 cents, by mail postpaid.
+
+L. Senarens, 347 Winthrop St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ELECTRIC PUSH BUTTON.--The base is made of maple, and the center piece
+of black walnut, the whole thing about 1-1/4 inches in diameter, with a
+metal hook on the back so that it may be slipped over edge of the vest
+pocket. Expose to view your New Electric Bell, when your friend will
+push the button expecting to hear it ring. As soon as he touches it, you
+will see some of the liveliest dancing you ever witnessed. The Electric
+Button is heavily charged and will give a smart shock when the button is
+pushed.
+
+Price 10c., by mail, postpaid.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE FLUTOPHONE.--A new musical instrument, producing the sweetest dulcet
+tones of the flute. The upper part of the instrument is placed in the
+mouth, the lips covering the openings in the centre. Then by blowing
+gently upon it you can play any tune desired as easily as whistling. But
+little practice is required to become a finished player. It is made
+entirely of metal, and will last a lifetime. We send full instructions
+with each instrument.
+
+Price, 15c., or 2 for 25c., by mail, postpaid.
+
+A. A. WARFORD, 16 Hart St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Good Luck Puzzle
+
+It consists of three horseshoes fastened together. Only a very clever
+person can take off the closed horseshoe from the two linked horseshoes.
+But it can be done in a moment when the secret is known.
+
+Price by mail, 10 cents each
+
+FRANK ROBINSON, 311 W. 44th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE MAGIC CARD BOX.
+
+One of the best and cheapest tricks for giving parlor or stage
+exhibitions. The trick is performed as follows: You request any two
+persons in your audience to each select a card from an ordinary pack of
+cards, you then produce a small handsome box made to imitate pebbled
+leather, which anyone may examine as closely as they will. You now ask
+one of the two who have selected cards to place his or her card inside
+the box, which being done, the lid is shut, and the box placed on the
+table. You then state that you will cause the cards to disappear and
+upon opening the box the card has vanished and the box found empty. The
+other card is now placed in the box; the lid is again closed and when
+the box is opened the first card appears as strangely as it went. Other
+tricks can be performed in various ways. You may cause several cards to
+disappear after they are placed in the box, and then you can cause them
+all to appear at once. You may tear a card up, place it in the box, and
+on lifting the cover it will be found whole and entire. In fact, nearly
+every trick of appearance and disappearance can be done with the Magic
+Card Box.
+
+Full printed instructions by which anyone can perform the different
+tricks sent with each box.
+
+Price 20 cents, by mail postpaid.
+
+WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LATEST ISSUES
+
+"WORK AND WIN"
+
+657 Fred Fearnot's Three-Bagger; or, The Hit That Won the Game.
+
+658 Fred Fearnot's Border Scouts; or, After Mexican Outlaws.
+
+659 Fred Fearnot's Best Pitching; or, Putting Them Right Over.
+
+660 Fred Fearnot and the Saloonkeeper; or, Working for Temperance.
+
+661 Fred Fearnot's Ninth Inning Rally; or, Turning Defeat Into Victory.
+
+662 Fred Fearnot at New Era; or, A Week Among Old Friends.
+
+663 Fred Fearnot and the Cave Men; or, Lost in the Mountains.
+
+664 Fred Fearnot's Game for Life; or, Taking the Last Chance.
+
+665 Fred Fearnot and "Scrapper Sam"; or, Always in a Fight.
+
+
+"THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76"
+
+548 The Liberty Boys with Morgan's Riflemen; or, Dick Slater's Best
+Shot.
+
+549 The Liberty Boys as Privateers; or, The Taking of the "Reward."
+
+550 The Liberty Boys' Redcoat Enemy; or, Driving Howe from Boston.
+
+551 The Liberty Boys and Widow Moore; or, The Fight at Creek Bridge.
+
+552 The Liberty Boys Saving the Colors; or, Dick Slater's Bravest Deed.
+
+553 The Liberty Boys' Swamp Angels; or, Out with Marion and His Men.
+
+554 The Liberty Boys' Young Spy; or, Learning the Enemy's Plans.
+
+555 The Liberty Boys' Runaway Battle; or, Foiling a Tory Plot.
+
+556 The Liberty Boys' March to Death; or, Escaping a Terrible Fate.
+
+
+"WILD WEST WEEKLY"
+
+456 Young Wild West and the Ropers; or, A Finish Fight on the Range.
+
+457 Young Wild West Trailing the Express Thieves; or, Arietta's Golden
+Reward.
+
+458 Young Wild West Trimming the Toughs; or, Making Music for a Dance.
+
+459 Young Wild West's Bandit Shake-Up; or, Arietta's Daring Deception.
+
+460 Young Wild West's Red Hot Fight; or, The Hidalgo's Hidden Haunt.
+
+461 Young Wild West's Lariat Swing; or, Arietta and the Broken Bridge.
+
+462 Young Wild West and the Redskin Road Agents; or, Trouble at the
+Double Six Ranch.
+
+463 Young Wild West Shooting for His Life; or, Arietta's Able
+Assistance.
+
+
+"FAME & FORTUNE WEEKLY"
+
+301 Clear Grit; or, The Office Boy Who Made Good.
+
+302 Dealing in Stocks; or, Saved by a Wall Street Ticker.
+
+303 The Sailor's Secret; or, The Treasure of Dead Man's Rock.
+
+304 Capturing the Coin; or, The Deals of a Boy Broker. (A Wall Street
+Story.)
+
+305 On His Own Hook; or, Making a Losing Business Pay.
+
+306 Lucky Jim; or, $100,000 from Stocks. (A Wall Street Story.)
+
+307 "Millions in It"; or, A Boy with Ideas.
+
+308 The Mystery of the Mining Chart, and the Wall Street Boy Who Solved
+it.
+
+309 Grasping His Chance; or, The Boy Merchant of Melrose.
+
+
+"PLUCK AND LUCK"
+
+684 Fighting for Greece; or, Three Yankee Boys Against the Turks. By
+Gen. Jas. A. Gordon.
+
+685 The Winning Nine; or, Batting for a Fortune. By H. K. Shackleford.
+
+686 Lost Hope Mines; or, The Boy of the Haunted Diamond Claim. By Jas.
+C. Merritt.
+
+687 A Paper of His Own; or, How Phil Bright Became an Editor. By Allan
+Arnold.
+
+688 The Lost Schoolship; or, Twenty Boys Afloat. By Capt. Thos. H.
+Wilson.
+
+689 Wall Street Will; or, Winning a Fortune in a Week. By A Retired
+Banker.
+
+690 10,000 Miles from Home; or, The Boy Ivory Hunters of the Congo. By
+Richard R. Montgomery.
+
+691 Toney, the Boy Clown; or, Across the Continent with a Circus. By
+Berton Bertrew.
+
+
+For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt
+of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by
+
+Frank Tousey, Pub., 24 Union Sq., N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SECRET SERVICE
+
+--LATEST ISSUES--
+
+620 The Bradys Best Trick; or, The Clew in the Glass Jar.
+
+621 The Bradys and the Cracksmen; or, A Desperate Game For Millions.
+
+622 The Bradys in the Coal Mines; or, The Mystery of Shaft No. 10.
+
+623 The Bradys and the Voodoo Queen; or, A Dark Case From San Juan Hill.
+
+624 The Bradys and the Boy Spy; or, Solving a Secret of Seven Years.
+
+625 The Bradys and the Missing Money; or, Shadowing a Suspected Man.
+
+626 The Bradys' Chinatown Case; or, The Hidden Den of Pell Street.
+
+627 The Bradys and the Double Daggers; or, The Secret Sign of Vengeance.
+
+628 The Bradys and "Old Breaklock"; or, Trapping a Desperate Crook.
+
+629 The Bradys on a Raid; or, Rounding Up the Circus Fakirs.
+
+630 The Bradys and the Snake Charmer; or, The Search for the Hindoo
+Idol.
+
+631 The Bradys After the Bronx Burglars; or, Nabbing the Gas House Gang.
+
+632 The Bradys and the Dumb Boy; or, The Fate of Messenger No. 9.
+
+633 The Bradys and the Blind Chinaman; or, The White Slaves of Mott
+Street.
+
+634 The Bradys Tracking a Skeleton Arm; or, The Clew in the Tree.
+
+635 The Bradys and the Factory Boy; or, The Mystery of the Mill Pond.
+
+636 The Bradys and the Poisoned Pen; or, Foiling a Desperate Plot.
+
+637 The Bradys Chasing the Black Crook; or, Solving a Fifth Avenue
+Mystery.
+
+638 The Bradys and the Banker's Boy; or, The Kidnappers of Mulberry
+Bend.
+
+639 The Bradys After the Gold Brick Men; or, Chasing a Gang of
+Swindlers.
+
+640 The Bradys and the Diamond Heart; or, The Mystery of a Mummy.
+
+641 The Bradys' Red Glove Clew; or, The Secret Band of Seven.
+
+642 The Bradys and the Man Next Door; or, The Mystery House on High
+Street.
+
+643 The Bradys' Case in Chinatown; or, Tracking the Hip Sing Tong.
+
+644 The Bradys and the Mad Barber; or, Solving a Singular Secret.
+
+645 The Bradys' Six Days' Chase; or, Running Down a Clever Crook.
+
+646 The Bradys and the Black Dwarf; or, Working Up a Poison Clew.
+
+647 The Bradys' Masked Foe; or, The Man With the Missing Finger.
+
+648 The Bradys and the Sneak Thieves; or, Running Down the Red Hook
+Gang.
+
+649 The Bradys Working a "Blind"; or, The Secret of the Sealed Room.
+
+650 The Bradys and the Laundry Check; or, A Dangerous Hunt in Chinatown.
+
+651 The Bradys on a Hot Trail; or, The Boy Who Escaped From Sing Sing.
+
+652 The Bradys and the Conspirators; or, The Case That Came From Mexico.
+
+653 The Bradys After the Second Story men; or, Tracking a Box of
+Treasure.
+
+654 The Bradys and the Mad Student; or, The Mystery of the Medical
+College.
+
+655 The Bradys' Desperate Deal; or, Foiling a Slick Bunch.
+
+656 The Bradys and the Brass-Bound Chest; or, The Case Which Came Out of
+the Sea.
+
+657 The Bradys Leather Locket Clew; or, The Secret of the Old Grave
+Yard.
+
+658 The Bradys after a Chinese Princess; or, The Yellow Fiends of
+Frisco.
+
+
+For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt
+of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by
+
+FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 UNION SQUARE, N. Y.
+
+IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our weeklies and cannot procure them
+from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Write
+out and fill in your Order and send it to us with the price of the
+weeklies you want and we will send them to you by return mail. POSTAGE
+STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY.
+
+FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 UNION SQUARE, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+OUR TEN-CENT HAND BOOKS
+
+No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAN.--Containing the grandest assortment of
+magical illusions ever placed before the public. Also tricks with cards,
+incantations, etc.
+
+No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKE BOOK.--Something
+new and very instructive. Every boy should obtain this book, as it
+contains full instructions for organizing an amateur minstrel troupe.
+
+No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.--A handy book for boys, containing
+full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of
+sailing them. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 49. HOW TO DEBATE.--Giving rules for conducting debates, outlines
+for debates, questions for discussion, and the best sources for
+procuring information on the questions given.
+
+No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.--A valuable book, giving
+instructions in collecting, preparing, mounting and preserving birds,
+animals and insects.
+
+No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.--Containing explanations of the
+general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks; of card
+tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring sleight-of-hand; of tricks
+involving sleight-of-hand, or the use of specially prepared cards.
+Illustrated.
+
+No. 52. HOW TO PLAY CARDS.--Giving the rules and full directions for
+playing Euchre, Cribbage, Casino, Forty-Five, Rounce, Pedro Sancho, Draw
+Poker, Auction Pitch, All Fours, and many other popular games of cards.
+
+No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS.--A wonderful little book, telling you how
+to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother,
+employer; and, in fact, everybody and anybody you wish to write to.
+
+No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.--Giving complete information as to
+the manner and method of raising, keeping, taming, breeding, and
+managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructions for making
+cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations.
+
+No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.--Containing valuable
+information regarding the collecting and arranging of stamps and coins.
+Handsomely illustrated.
+
+No. 56. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.--Containing full instructions how to
+become a locomotive engineer; also directions for building a model
+locomotive; together with a full description of everything an engineer
+should know.
+
+No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.--By Old King Brady, the well-known
+detective. In which he lays down some valuable rules for beginners, and
+also relates some adventures of well-known detectives.
+
+No. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.--Containing a description of the
+lantern, together with its history and invention. Also full directions
+for its use and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated.
+
+No. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.--Containing useful information
+regarding the Camera and how to work it; also how to make Photographic
+Magic Lantern Slides and other Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated.
+
+No. 62. HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY CADET.--Explains how to gain
+admittance, course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of officers,
+Post Guard, Police Regulations, Fire Department, and all a boy should
+know to be a cadet. By Lu Senarens.
+
+No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.--Complete instructions of how to
+gain admission to the Annapolis Naval Academy. Also containing the
+course of instruction, description of grounds and buildings, historical
+sketch, and everything a boy should know to become an officer in the
+United States Navy. By Lu Senarens.
+
+No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.--Containing full directions for
+making electrical machines, induction coils, dynamos, and many novel
+toys to be worked by electricity. By R. A. R. Bennett. Fully
+illustrated.
+
+No. 65. MULDOON'S JOKES.--The most original joke book ever published,
+and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contains a large collection of
+songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit,
+humorist, and practical joker of the day.
+
+No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.--Containing over three hundred interesting
+puzzles and conundrums, with key to same. A complete book. Fully
+illustrated.
+
+No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.--Containing a large collection of
+instructive and highly amusing electrical tricks, together with
+illustrations. By A. Anderson.
+
+No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS.--Containing over one hundred highly
+amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson.
+Handsomely illustrated.
+
+No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT-OF-HAND.--Containing over fifty of the latest
+and best tricks used by magicians. Also containing the secret of second
+sight. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 70. HOW TO MAKE MAGIC TOYS.--Containing full directions for making
+Magic Toys and devices of many kinds. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.--Containing complete instructions
+for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricks. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.--Embracing all of the latest
+and most deceptive card tricks, with illustrations.
+
+No. 73. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.--Showing many curious tricks with
+figures and the magic of numbers. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.--Containing full instructions
+for writing letters on almost any subject; also rules for punctuation
+and composition, with specimen letters.
+
+No. 75. HOW TO BECOME A CONJURER.--Containing tricks with Dominoes,
+Dice, Cups and Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing thirty-six illustrations. By
+A. Anderson.
+
+No. 76. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.--Containing rules for telling
+fortunes by the aid of lines of the hand, or the secret of palmistry.
+Also the secret of telling future events by aid of moles, marks, scars,
+etc. Illustrated.
+
+No. 77. HOW TO DO FORTY TRICKS WITH CARDS.--Containing deceptive Card
+Tricks as performed by leading conjurers and magicians. Arranged for
+home amusement. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 78. HOW TO DO THE BLACK ART.--Containing a complete description of
+the mysteries of Magic and Sleight-of-Hand, together with many wonderful
+experiments. By A. Anderson. Illustrated.
+
+No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.--Containing complete instructions how to
+make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of
+the Stage Manager, Prompter, Scenic Artist and Property Man.
+
+No. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.--Containing the latest jokes, anecdotes
+and funny stories of this world-renowned German comedian. Sixty-four
+pages; handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the
+author.
+
+No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.--Containing the most approved methods of
+mesmerism; animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Hugo
+Koch, A.C.S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc.
+
+No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.--Containing the most approved methods of
+reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their
+meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character
+by the bumps on the head. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. Fully illustrated.
+
+No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.--Containing valuable and instructive
+information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explaining the most
+approved methods which are employed by the leading hypnotists of the
+world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S.
+
+No. 84. HOW TO BECOME AN AUTHOR.--Containing information regarding
+choice of subjects, the use of words and the manner of preparing and
+submitting manuscript. Also containing valuable information as to the
+neatness, legibility and general composition of manuscript.
+
+For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt
+of price, 10 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by
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+
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