CHAPTER X. YOUNG KING BRADY IN A BAD WAY. Old King Brady concluded that the best disposition he could make of what remained of Fen Wix, the informer, was to lower the corpse down again, and this he proceeded to do. He and Alice then put in a good half hour searching for another secret panel. They failed to find it. This left the old detective in no pleasant frame of mind. "I suppose we have got to get the police, make a raid on this lane and overhaul everything," he declared. "What about Pell street?" asked Alice. "There are those abandoned secret rooms you were in yesterday. They lie nearly in the rear of this house. There might something come of it if we tried our luck there again." "I am afraid not, Alice. Harry and I went over that ground pretty thoroughly, still we can try." "Is it so that I can go in there?" "I don't know why not. We will get back to the room. You can change to your ordinary dress. Then we will look up the wardman." "You don't intend to try it alone then?" "No, I think it will be best for us to have help. No use in mincing matters in this case. There is no telling what we may run up against." To secure the wardman it was necessary to go, to the Elizabeth street station, something Old King Brady greatly disliked to do, for he hates to have to apply to the police in connection with his own affairs. He got the help readily enough, however. With the wardman they went to Pell street and did up such secret dens as they knew about thoroughly. Nothing came of it. The rooms were all deserted as the Bradys had found them the previous day. It was after five o'clock before they finished up their work. Alice was in despair for it was a very serious case and she could see that the old detective was quite as much concerned as herself. "What can we do?" she asked. "Our best plan is to ring off for a few hours," replied Old King Brady. "But poor Harry?" "Listen, Alice, if the Chinese meant to kill Harry I need not tell you that by this time they have probably carried their intention into effect. It will do no harm to delay a little. Every move we have made has doubtless been watched and reported to those rascals. Mr. Connors, don't you think I am right?" "Sure," replied the wardman. "Best thing you can do. You want to report that dead Chink, around on Mott street pretty quick, though." Old King Brady had told the wardman about Fen Wix's fate, although he said nothing about it at the station. "Just what I don't want to do," he replied. "Hear my theory. Right away after dark the Chinks will probably make some move in connection with that matter, if they haven't done it already. Opening off that room is a smaller one in which we can hide. If you can stick with us I propose that at about eight o'clock we all get on the job there and see if we can't catch some Chink who will serve us to get the secret of that other panel, which I am satisfied exists."