His advice was asked, and it was to drop them as he could not see that it would pay to do otherwise, and this he was told to do. Thus it became a necessity to finish up the case. Mr. Clemmens left, and shortly afterward Harry and Alice came in. Mrs. Butler had called, it appeared. There had been a pretty hot scene between the pair, after which they went away together. "Let them bury their dead and go about their business," said Old King Brady. "Meanwhile we will go after the boy and the cash." "If the boy still lives," observed Harry. "Even so," was the reply; "the chances are those Chinks knocked him over the head and threw him into the Sound. I am free to confess that I have very little hope of finding him alive." And such was the latest turn in this singular case. The question now was what should be the first move. "What we want is another Chinese clew," said Old King Brady. "You two look up Fen Wix and see what he can do to help us out. You may promise him an extra hundred if necessary. I shall be busy with other matters this morning. I'll look in at the room at three o'clock precisely." They left. At three o'clock, when Old King Brady turned up at the room, he found Alice there alone looking very grave. "Well, what's the matter now?" he demanded. "I am sorry to tell you that the Chinamen have got Harry," was the reply. "Got him!" "Yes." "How?" "We went to that address Fen Wix gave and found another old Chink there. He said that Fen Wix had gone to Newark and wouldn't be back till two o'clock." "And you went again to fall into trouble?" "That's it." "Same old Chinatown. How in the world did it happen?" "Why, when we got there----" "Where is there, Alice?" "On Mott street." "I had forgotten. Well?" "We knocked several times. Receiving no answer, Harry tried the door and found it unfastened. To our surprise the room had been entirely cleaned out between our visits. There wasn't a stick of furniture in the place." "Fen Wix must have got himself into trouble through his informing." "It looks so. Of course, Harry began rubbering around." "And you, too?" "Naturally. While we were at it I heard a knock on the door. I had made up half Chinese, as I was before, and thinking that my services as an interpreter would be required, I went to the door. No one was outside. I stepped along the hall and looked over the banisters, but could not see any one." "And when you went back into the room Harry had vanished, I suppose?" "You anticipate the ending of my story, Mr. Brady; that was precisely it." "Same old Chinatown," repeated Old King Brady. "If I had my way I should never touch another case down here. But let us go around there, Alice, and see what we can find. Not that I hope to make much out of it, but something has to be done." Alice was greatly disturbed and not a little chagrined. The fact is Harry is her devoted lover, and some day they expect to be married.