He would not say whether the man was any relative to him, but Alice assumed that such was the case. "Do you think Pow Chow means to set the boy diving for this treasure to-night?" Old King Brady asked. "Me tlink yair," was the reply. "Me no can tellee, but me tlink yair. You go?" "Yes, I'll go. How much money is there?" "Me no know. Pow Chow no tellee dlat." "Who was it stolen from?" "Me no know dlat neder. Me no can tellee dlat. You go?" "Yes, yes, I'll go," replied the old detective. "Dlen you better go quick. So you win, lemember, old man, gimme more money--see?" "Perhaps I will," assented the old detective. "We'll see what it all amounts to first." And with that Fen Wix departed. "A most peculiar piece of business," observed Harry. "I must say I am very much afraid you have blown in your money for nothing, governor." "Don't croak," replied the old detective. "What's a couple of hundred, anyway? I shan't cry if it all proves romance, but how would that old Chink have the location down so pat unless there was something in what he says?" This, of course, was the strongest argument which could be urged, and Harry raised no further objections. One significant fact was that nobody else appeared to have been attracted by the reward, for no one came. "We will start for the Bronx now," said Old King Brady. "Alice, my dear, it seems hardy worth while for you to join us. Will you stop here to-night or will you go home?" "Neither," replied Alice. "With your kind permission I will go along." "I supposed you would say so. Be quick then and do away with your disguise." Alice retired and made her change. It was shortly after nine o'clock when they started, and they were certainly due at their destination long before midnight, and would have reached it if Old King Brady had not blundered. Nor is it any wonder. Conditions in the Bronx have changed so of late, old landmarks disappearing so rapidly, that anyone relying on memory alone gets mixed up. And this is precisely what Old King Brady did. He found himself at fault almost at the start. He could not locate Lorimer's lane. Then they started to inquire their way. This only made matters worse. Nobody ever knows anything when one comes to inquire their way up in the Bronx about old-time roads and lanes. At last an ancient individual was found who claimed to be able to direct them, and the Bradys came out on the water front where there was a lane, a ruined factory and an old pier. It was now about eleven o'clock. Old King Brady was sure that he had hit the right spot. Harry and Alice knew nothing about it. They began to look about for the cottage. There were two on this lane, both still lighted up. Harry ventured to peer in at the windows of each. The report was unfavorable. He saw no Chinaman inside. Old King Brady then made some inquiries at a lonely saloon which stood on a corner, with lots on all sides. The place was deserted save for a sleepy bartender.