"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.