Old King Brady got his skeleton keys into business and succeeded in opening the right-hand door. The usual secret passage, Chinese style, lay behind. Listening and hearing no sound they cautiously advanced. The passage was not only narrow but it wound around. At last they saw a light ahead. "Coming to something at last," whispered Old King Brady. They stole on, coming up with the light. A heavy dear stood open. Behind it were portieres of red cloth, partly drawn. The light came streaming in between these curtains and they could hear voices talking in Chinese inside. "What are they saying?" Old King Brady breathed in Alice's ear. "They think someone is dead," whispered Alice. "That is as near as I can make it out." "Stand ready for business, Connors," said the old detective. "Now for our look." Old King Brady and Alice, pushing in between the curtains, saw enough. Harry had got himself into a bad fix. There he lay on the floor with three Chinamen bending over him. One held a box, another a long glass vial. What were they about? Old King Brady did not stop even to try to learn. Calling to Connors he dashed into the room. Alice and the wardman equally with himself had their revolvers ready. Then it was a case of three against three. Taken entirely by surprise, the Chinks surrendered almost without an attempt at resistance. The detectives had come prepared with four pairs of handcuffs. Thus the prisoners were easily secured. "The man who raises his voice dies," cried Old King Brady. "Mind what I tell you now! I suppose you all understand English, but in case you don't here is one who will tell you in your own language what I have said." Alice repeated his command in Chinese. There was no talk made. Old King Brady then bent over Harry and proceeded to examine into his condition. It was evident that the young detective had been deeply drugged. Personally Old King Brady was inclined to consider the case a very serious one, but he restrained himself and kept cool. "Question them, Alice," he ordered. Alice obeyed and there was considerable talk. "Is it opium?" asked the old detective. "This man says not." "I wouldn't risk it, Mr. Brady. Better take him to the hospital," said the wardman. "I think so too," replied the old detective. "You and Alice get the prisoners out, Connors. Telephone for an ambulance. I'll remain on guard here." It seemed a big risk but there was no other way and this was done. But in about five minutes a policeman whom they met on Mott street joined Old King Brady. His presence was hardly needed, however, for no one came. Alice was back soon after reporting that the three prisoners had been rounded up at the Elizabeth street station and the call for the ambulance given. CHAPTER XI. ED STILL ON THE JOB. Tom Quee seemed as much concerned over the sudden knocking on the door as Ed was himself. "Who can it be?" he breathed.