He was dying when the Bradys came up. Old King Brady knelt beside him. "Your name! Who shot you?" he demanded. The rapidly glazing eyes fixed themselves upon the old detective. "You--are--Old--King--Brady?" was slowly said. "Yes, yes! Speak! Are you Pow Chow?" "Yes. Tell--my--wife." "It shall be done. Who shot you?" "Dock Hing--get him." "If I can." "Money. I----" That was all. Pow Chow breathed his last then. The Bradys had come up with the crooked mission worker all too late. Meanwhile Harry and Alice were making discoveries. On the pier were clothes, evidently belonging to a young man. When he came to look them over later, Harry recognized the suit which Ed Butler had worn. But just then their attention was attracted to a stout boat, which was being rapidly pulled out on the Sound. There were three persons in it, and it could be seen, dark as it was, that one of them wore no clothes. Harry turned his glass upon the outfit. It was all he could do, for the boat was already beyond revolver range. "Chinks," he said. "The naked one is a boy." "Can it be your Ed?" demanded Alice. "I can't make out. They are pushing him down into the bottom of the boat. I think they mean to throw him overboard." "If we had only turned up a few minutes sooner!" "Yes; it is to be regretted that we didn't.... We can't do a thing as it is." But the boy was not thrown over. The last they saw of him he was still lying in the bottom of the boat. Harry wondered if he was dead. Pow Chow was by this time. Old King Brady called to them and informed them of the fact. Then the identifying of Ed's clothes followed. "We are on deck too late," declared Old King Brady. "If a dying man's word can be believed, those rascals have made off with the money, so, Master Harry, my Chinese clew seems to have amounted to something after all." They now searched the clothes. There was nothing in Ed's pockets to identify him, but Harry was certain that these were his clothes. With Pow Chow it was different. A memorandum book was discovered in his trousers pocket with his name written on the fly leaf in English. Better still, twenty-eight hundred dollars in cash turned up. "Mr. Butler's stolen money, what there is left of it!" Old King Brady exclaimed. "The wife can't be far away," remarked Alice. "I judge not from his dying words," replied the old detective. "It is up to us to find her. That must be our job now. It looks as if we were going to be able to close up our case, in part, at least. Let us go on to that lane where we see the light." CHAPTER VI. ED GETS THE TIN CASE, AND THE CHINKS GET ED. Did Ed find the crooked pension agent's buried treasure? That we must now proceed to show. The Albany boy made a long dive and came up at some distance away from the pier. Treading water, he peered in beneath it, and seeing no one, swam in closer, for it was very dark. Pow Chow watched him admiringly.