But the Bradys took Napoleon Blood with them back to Boston. Here he was delivered to State officers to await requisition papers. Then the Bradys scoured Boston for a clew to the trio. Meanwhile, Evelyn Grimm had gone back to New York in the care of friends who were bound to see her wrongs righted. It is needless to say that a tremendous sensation was created when the facts concerning Evelyn Grimm’s experience were made known. It was known now, as overheard by Old King Brady, that the bones found in the tenement ruins were those of the last of Martin Van’s innumerable wives. He had killed her in a fit of anger and by the suggestion of Napoleon Blood, had arranged clews to suggest that Evelyn was the victim instead. Certainly the plot had for a time worked well. Even such keen detectives as the Bradys had certainly been deceived. The case had now simmered down to one thread and this the Bradys were taking up. It consisted namely in the chase and capture of the Tough Trio. A murder had certainly been committed. It was just as necessary as ever, therefore, for the detectives to capture the trio of villains. Evelyn Grimm and her rascally uncle were now entirely out of the case. The young girl’s friends took hold of her affairs, with the assurance that much of the inheritance would be saved for her. As for Napoleon Blood, he was held for trial on a number of criminal charges. Scraggs, the Asylum keeper, was also jailed and his asylum closed. The case simmered rapidly down to the problem of running down the Tough Trio. Or rather to the running down of the Bradys by this clique of rogues. For that they had not abandoned their purpose of assassinating the detectives was proved by the following startling message received by Old King Brady one day. Thus it read: “To the Bradys: “Mebbe you think you hev scared the trio. Butt you will find thet death is on your track an’ you can’t escape it. An’ don’t you fergit it, either! Wakin’ or sleepin’ it don’t make no diffrunce which, we are rite after you. So look out! “Thet’s all fer just now from, The Trio.” Old King Brady carefully studied the post-mark on the envelope. It was mailed at Station C, New York. The Bradys were assured that their birds were in the big city, so they had returned to New York. For a week they groped blindly in vain for a clew. Then one day almost a grim accomplishment of the threat uttered by the villains occurred. The two detectives stood on the platform of an elevated station. They were waiting for an uptown train. Suddenly as the train came thundering up a man with muffled features sprang out of the crowd. With all his force he rushed against Old King Brady and hurled him from the station platform down in front of the train which was rushing in at the moment. CHAPTER XIV. A LIVELY CHASE.