"I suppose we may as well go for the girl," said Old King Brady. "That's our job, I believe." "And to recover the money and the papers." "The money we have already got; the papers, I think, will come; perhaps they may prove useless now. The boy has evidently been diving for the treasure. Very likely he has recovered it. Hard to say." "And this dead Chink?" "All we can do is to report his presence here to the police, but I shall not be in a hurry. I don't propose to let this lump of dead flesh interfere with the progress of our case." Thus saying, Old King Brady started up the pier. He was disgusted to think that he had been just too late. Still it was something to have recovered the money. As for Ed, the old detective was not so anxious now. It looked to him somewhat as if the boy might have gone in with Pow Chow on the deal. Still he was determined to find Ed, for he felt sure that he had been carried off by the two Chinamen against his will. They all advanced to the cottage now. The house was dark save for a light in the kitchen window burning behind a drawn shade. Old King Brady rapped smartly on the door. There was a stir inside immediately. Ethel had been told by her husband how to say in Chinese, "Is that you, Pow?" and the answer was to be in Chinese before she opened the door. She said it. Alice caught on to the situation. "Yes, it is Pow," she answered, imitating a man's voice, which she is perfectly able to do. Ethel was fooled and she opened the door. Evidently she had received a description of the old detective, for she drew back, breathing his name. Then she tried to shut the door, but Harry prevented that with his foot. "Hold on, Mrs. Pow Wow! We have something to tell you, ma'am!" Old King Brady exclaimed. "My name is not Pow Wow! It is Pow Chow, and it is as good as any other name!" flashed Ethel. "You go on about your business, you horrid old man. I just won't go back to Albany! I'll marry as many Chinamen as I choose." "You better not marry more than one at a time unless you want to get arrested for bigamy," replied the old detective dryly as he pushed his way inside. Ethel ordered them back and began to scream. "Wait!" said Old King Brady. "You want to stop that noise. We aren't going to murder you. What's more, you have something real to cry for if you really love that Chinese husband of yours." Evidently she did. Ethel went into wild hysterics when Old King Brady broke the news to her. It was easy to see that her grief was real even if afterward it should not prove to have been so very deep. It took time to quiet her down and get her to the talking point. At first Ethel refused to talk. "Look here," said Old King Brady, "it's one of two things. Either we turn you over to your mother, who is in town, or we turn you over to the police. It is up to you." This settled it. "I'll talk if I can see my husband--if I know that he is really dead," Ethel then said.