As he said it there came a loud pounding on the door at their left and Alice's voice called:
"Mr. Brady! Oh, Mr. Brady!"
"Well, upon my word!" exclaimed Leggett.
"Alice, are you all right?" cried the old detective with deep anxiety in his tone.
"As right as I can be under the circumstances," replied the voice behind the door, "but they have taken the poor little princess away. This is Garshaski's work. Perhaps you don't know?
"Oh, I know. I had as soon see you in the clutches of the arch fiend himself as in that man's power."
"Yes, he's a fiend, all right, and don't you forget it," replied Alice, "and a yellow one at that. I have a lot to tell you, Mr. Brady, but if Harry needs you, do attend to him first."
"He can wait. Patience a moment. I have unbolted the door. I shall soon find a key to fit."
The old detective was trying his skeletons and in a moment he had the door open.
It was the same room in which Alice had passed those dreary days with the princess.
But now she was alone and the room was all in disorder.
As for Alice herself she was tied in her chair, being bound hand and foot.
She had been gagged also, she explained, a handkerchief having been tied over her mouth, but this she managed to work off.
"I heard you when you called murder," she said, "but I couldn't speak then. Who fired? Who was killed?"
"Ah Lung," replied the old detective, and he explained as he cut Alice's bonds.
"As for my story, it is too long to tell now," she said. "Go for Harry."
"If we can get there. We seem to have taken another door than the one we intended."
"From that long corridor?"
"Yes."
"I came in at the Door of Death as they call it. It has nearly been the death of me."
She shuddered at the recollection of the cruelties she had witnessed in the torture room.
They hurried down stairs and passed out into the corridor again.
Alice could see no "Door of Death" now.
"This next door says To Let," she said. "Suppose you try that."
"Yes, and I think it is the one," replied Old King Brady, again working his skeleton keys.
Fortunately they found themselves with the corridor at their own disposal.
In a moment they had the door open.
"This is the road I travelled," Alice instantly declared.
This lengthy cross corridor seemed certain to lead them away from the room in which Harry was confined, but Alice explaining its windings they determined to try it.
They were a story lower than the room in which they had been before and when they came to the semi-circular hall with the three doors exactly like the arrangement above Old King Brady felt that they must be right.
"Harry!" he called in a low voice, for he had no desire to bring the Chinks down upon him.
"Here," replied Harry instantly. "Behind the middle door."
Old King Brady shot the bolt and threw back the door, which was not locked.
Ah Lung was sitting up leaning on Harry.
He certainly was a horrible looking object with his face all bathed in blood.
"Not dead!" exclaimed Old King Brady.
"Not dead, but in a mighty bad way," gasped Lung. "The princess!" he added. "I see you have Miss Montgomery all right."
"I'm sorry to say we have seen nothing of the princess," replied the old detective. "I haven't had time to ask Miss Montgomery about her yet. What has become of her, Alice?"
"Dr. Garshaski carried her off," replied Alice.
"Did—did she give away what he wanted to know?" asked Ah Lung.
"I'm afraid she did. They tortured the poor creature terribly."
"We must get you out of here without delay, Ah Lung," interrupted the old detective. "As for the rest it will have to keep. Where shall we take you—home?"
"Wait," said Ah Lung. "Connected with this place is a club of which I am a member. I have a room here where I sometimes sleep. Take me there first and go for Dr. Gim Suey on Sacramento street."
"Oh, you better have an American doctor," protested Harry.
"Not at all," replied Ah Lung, decidedly. "I have doctored both ways, I greatly prefer the Chinese treatment. Dr. Gim Suey will save my life if it can be saved."
Harry and Detective Leggett carried Ah Lung out into the long corridor head and heels.
Here they ran into a bunch of Chinks just coming out of the main club room.
There were friends of Ah Lung's among them, and a tremendous pow-wow and excitement followed, all in Chinese.
Alice explained that it was partly sympathy, partly indignation against Dr. Garshaski, who was a club member, and partly about the presence of detectives in the House of the Seven Delights.
Ah Lung quieted them, however.
"Leave me now," he said. "I am in the hands of my friends. They will do all for me that can be done. They are not willing that you should enter the club room."
So the detectives were escorted back to earth by the way Old King Brady and Leggett had come down into these lower regions and glad enough they were to find themselves safe on China alley.
Parting from Leggett, they started, reaching it shortly before midnight.
Alice was so exhausted that Old King Brady insisted that she should postpone her story till morning.
"I don't know that it will do any good to tell it now," she said. "But I must give you a hint. There is buried or hidden money at the bottom of all this business."
"Yes, yes, I know," said Old King Brady. "I heard Garshaski call out about it. Do you know where the hiding place is?"
"In an old house down by the North Beach."
"Does he know?"
"He does. He has had plenty of time to get there and get the treasure if it still exists."
"If that is the case," said the old detective, "then I think the best thing that all of us can do is to go to bed."
They did so and it was not until the next morning at breakfast in the private parlor of the detective's suite that Alice's story was told.
We need only take it up at the scene in the torture room when the princess fainted and Alice thought her dead.
"They ran me out then," she said, "so I don't know exactly what the yellow fiends did to her after that.
"They tied me to the chair and I think Garshaski meant mischief.
"After a little he brought the princess into the room and laid her on the bed. She was in a dreadful condition, but she was game still. She had not given the secret away. I begged Garshaski to untie me and allow me to attend to her, but he wouldn't hear to it.
"'She'll come around all right,'" he declared; adding:
"'And for your interference you have to suffer, Alice. I will make you feel sorry you ever insulted me in the way you did.' He then left us, and I tried to question the princess, but she would not talk about herself.
"'Listen, Alice,' she said. 'That fiend has killed my cousin Wang Foo. He told me so. He means to kill me, I know it, but I will never tell him where my grandfather hid his money. I will tell you, though, for you may live to get out of this and I want you, if you do, to go and get that money and give it to Ah Lung. Promise me that.'
"I gave her the promise and asked how much the money amounted to.
"She declared that her grandfather's letter did not state.
"She then went on to tell me that it was hidden under the headstone of an old house near the North Beach, the location of which she described so carefully that I am sure I can find it. It appears that her grandfather, although he lived in Chinatown, carried on business in this house selling cigars, soda water and so on, probably doing a little opium smuggling on the sly."
"Let's see!" exclaimed Old King Brady. "What was the old fellow's name again? I heard Garshaski speak it, but I forget."
"His name was Gong Schow," Alice replied.
"Why, I knew him!" cried the old detective. "Of course, he smuggled opium. The cigar and soda water business was only a blind. I can locate that house if you can't Alice. But do you suppose it is still standing?"
"The princess thinks so at all events. That is all I know about it."
"Very likely it is then. We must go down there at once. On the way we will look in at Lung & Lung's and learn how it fares with Garshaski's unfortunate victim."
"Go on with your story," said Harry.
"There is little more to tell," replied Alice. "Garshaski must have had his ear at some listening hole, for he now burst in on us and, gagging me carried Skeep Hup off, declaring that he had heard all."
And this ended what Alice had to say.
They started away right after breakfast.
Meanwhile Old King Brady called up Mr. Narraway on the telephone and suggested—for he was in no position to order it—the immediate arrest of Volckman.
"That has already been attended to," replied the Secret Service commissioner over the wire, "Leggett was at my house early this morning and told me what happened last night."
At Lung & Lung's they ran into Wun Lung.
"Ah was still at his club," he said. "He had seen him that morning. Dr. Gim Suey thought he would recover." That was all he could say.
The Bradys and Alice now went to the North Beach.
Here they met with disappointment.
They passed on to a point at some distance from the bathing houses to a place where there had once been quite a little grouping of little shacks where various kinds of small business had once been carried on.
But these, owing to certain changes, had all been abandoned since the fire. Many of them had been pulled down and carried away for firewood. The few which still remained were all unoccupied and fast going to ruin.
Skeep Hup's description of the place would have fitted either one of those remaining.
Even Old King Brady was at fault, sure as he had been that he could easily identify the house.
They returned to the North Beach proper and started to inquire.
They could not find any one who remembered old Gong Schow, strange as it seemed, for the man had been there for several years.
"It looks as though we should have to give it up altogether," remarked Harry when this stage of the game was reached.
"It does," replied Old King Brady, "and it don't give us the Chinese Princess either. There is but one way to solve the mystery that I can think that is to get hold of some old Chink who knew and had business with Gong Schow."
"But it is doubtful if such a person can be made to tell."
"Very."
"Do you know such a man?"
"I think I do."
"Who is he?"
"Now, Harry, I feel under obligations not to tell you. He is a Chinaman who was at one time largely engaged in opium smuggling. I knew it, but I was never called upon to proceed against him, so as he once did me an important service I made no move. I found out that he was in the hop business by the merest accident and I swore to him that I would never tell."
And Harry knew that this was final.
So they gave it up and went back to town, leaving Old King Brady to look up his man.
Alice was still suffering from the effects of what she had been through in those underground rooms, so she remained at the hotel while Harry started out to see what he could do towards locating Dr. Garshaski.
He called first at the Stockton street house and entered the Doctor's room with a skeleton key.
It was a case of no doctor, but there was evidence that he had recently been there.
Hardly knowing what to do or where to go, Harry bent his steps towards the North Beach again.
When he got there the water looked good to him, so he went in swimming.
The day was cool and there were few bathers.
One old white-haired man, a splendid swimmer, particularly attracted Young King Brady's attention and he fell into conversation with him.
He learned that the old fellow suffered terribly from insomnia.
"Why I often come down here and go in alone at midnight," he said, "and sometimes in the early morning hours. I was here this morning at a quarter to one."
"Is the place deserted then?" Harry asked.
"I don't believe the North Beach baths are ever deserted," replied the old man. "There are always a few old cranks like myself paddling about; sometimes we see strange sights."
"I suppose so. Suicides for instance?"
"Yes, I have seen more than I like to think of. I have personally prevented three. Last night I saw something which interested me, but, of course, I didn't butt in. I never do. I learned long ago to mind my own business in my nightly wanderings."
"What was that?" inquired Harry carelessly, for he was not paying very close attention to the old man's talk.
"See those old shacks away down there where the pavilion used to be," pointing to the very place which interested Young King Brady most.
"Why, yes. What about them?"
"Last night, just as I came here and before I had undressed—it was about a quarter to one, I should say—I saw an old-fashioned hack drive up on the top of the bank and stop. A man got out and then lifted out what I took to be a little girl, and the hack drove away. Next thing I knew he was coming down the long steps carrying the girl in his arms."
"Going to drown her!" cried Harry.
"I thought so," replied the old man. "There was nobody here but me. I determined to prevent it if I could so I sneaked along under the bank making as good time as possible and managed to get where I could see what was going on, just as the fellow reached the bottom of the steps. You can judge of my surprise when I tell you that I saw that he was a Chinaman, and that what I had taken to be a little girl was actually a very small Chinese woman, one of the kind with little feet. I hid under the bank ready to jump on him if he attempted any funny business, but I now saw that he had no notions of drowning the woman. He wandered about among the old shacks talking to her in Chinese. They seemed to be trying to find something."
"And did they succeed?" asked Harry quickly.
"They did not as far as I could judge," replied the swimmer. "They hung around for half an hour. The Chinawoman apparently could not walk; he had to carry her all the time. At last they seemed to give it up. He carried her up the steps again and they got into the hack and were driven away."
"Garshaski and the princess," thought Harry. "It could have been no one else. What can it mean? Has he given up the treasure hunt then?"
He asked the old fellow his name and was told that it was Abner Dawson.
They went out of the water now after that and while they were dressing an idea suddenly occurred to Young King Brady.
"Mr. Dawson," he asked, "is there any other place around San Francisco which goes by the name of North Beach?"
"There might be, over the Bay," said Dawson. "They have a lot of our San Francisco names duplicated over there."
Harry left him wondering if there could be anything in his idea.
Old King Brady had two good reasons for keeping his mouth shut about the Chinaman whom he hoped might furnish him information about Gong Schow.
In the first place this man, who went by the name of Ed. Woo, had once saved his life during a mix-up in a Dupont street opium joint, a service which the old detective was not the kind to forget, and in the next place the man had long since given up his crooked ways and now held a position in a certain prominent bank on Montgomery street where he had charge of all Chinese business, commanded a good salary and was highly respected.
Old King Brady was not the man to throw a stone in the way of such a character, for which who can blame him?
Business of importance prevented the old detective from calling at once on Ed Woo, but during the morning he went to the bank and calling him out into the hall briefly explained the situation in part.
He told him about the princess, but made no mention of the supposed-to-be-hidden money.
"I have every reason to believe that Gong Schow before his death hid papers of importance in the little shack where he used to carry on business near the North Beach," he said. "This man Ah Lung is most anxious to recover those papers as well as the princess. I have been there, but everything seems to be in ruins. I can't even locate the spot where the shack stood. I am afraid the case is hopeless, but I thought that perhaps you could help me out, Woo."
"I will if I can, you may be sure," replied the Chinese bank clerks, "but I must say, Mr. Brady, you are rather indefinite."
"I know it," answered the old detective, "but to tell the truth, I have to be. The affair concerns only Ah Lung."
"And you are the best man in the world for keeping others people's secrets. But I did not refer to that. Which Gong Schow do you mean?"
"What! Was there more than one of that name in Chinatown?"
"There were four."
"Bless me! That certainly complicates matters. But surely there was only one who ran a business at the North Beach and engaged in hop smuggling on the side."
"There again you are wrong. There were two; what is more, there was another place called North Beach in those days."
The Chinaman named the location. It was over the Bay above Saucelito.
There, Ed Woo explained, a certain cove was once called North Beach and enjoyed a short-lived popularity as a Sunday bathing resort, but had now been entirely abandoned for several years.
"And was there a Gong Schow in business over there?" asked the old detective.
"There was," replied Ed Woo, "there was one out there and one at the old North Beach in San Francisco. Both took a hand at hop smuggling. I knew them both, so you see, Mr. Brady, it is important that I should know which one you mean."
"Well, under the circumstances I should say so," exclaimed the old detective. "The man I refer to died shortly after the fire."
"Then he was the Gong Schow over the bay," was the reply. "The other one so far as I know is living still."
Here was information of real value.
Hurrying back to the hotel Old King Brady found Harry had just come in.
"Have you accomplished anything?" he asked.
"Nothing, I may say," replied Harry, "except that by mere accident I learned that Dr. Garshaski took the princess to the North Beach last night and made a hunt for Gong Schow's house, but failed to find it."
"Which North Beach?"
"What? Are there two?"
"Sure."
"You don't mean it. Do you know that is just what I was wondering. You certainly know San Francisco better than I do, Governor."
Old King Brady smiled.
"Oh, I can't lay claim to have been in possession of the knowledge for any length of time," he said, and went on to explain.
"Singular that I should have been seized with the same idea," remarked Harry. "Alice, how does it strike you? Can this and not the regulation North Beach be the place?"
"Easily," replied Alice. "Skeep Hup knows nothing of San Francisco, remember. When she said North Beach, she was only repeating what she had read in her grandfather's letter. She told me that the letter stated that the house was a little frame affair standing back under the bluff, and that it had a green door; that there were other houses near it and that all had been abandoned."
"Hello!" exclaimed Harry. "You did not mention the green door before."
"Didn't I? Then it must have slipped my mind. But when one comes to think of it, no Chinaman in his senses would ever think of hiding money anywhere around North Beach, San Francisco."
"Dr. Garshaski seems to have been as badly deceived as ourselves," observed Harry.
"Yes, but he may have become undeceived by this time," replied Old King Brady. "We want to get across the bay at once and do our investigating there."
They lost no time in putting this plan into effect, starting for the foot of Clay street where, as Old King Brady knew, there was a man who had naphtha launches to rent.
As they were about to enter the little office of this individual who should they run into but Detective Leggett.
"Volckman has given us the slip," said Leggett. "I am going across the bay after him."
"You started to arrest him?"
"I didn't; Narraway sent a man to do it; some one must have tipped Volckman off, for he didn't come to business this morning nor send any word. I happened to be at the office when the man came in with this report; Narraway told me to go to Volckman's house and see if I could nail him there."
"And you failed?"
"Failed because he wasn't there. Wasn't any one there? The house was shut up. I managed to get in all the same. Found most everything packed up. I prowled about and came across some letters in an old desk which are mighty interesting. Want to see them?"
"What are they about?"
"Opium smuggling. Five names are mentioned. The gang has had a bad scare through our operations. They have changed their base. There's another lot of hop expected in to-night it seems and the landing is to be made at a lonely spot over the bay. I'm bound for there now. Want to size up the place and report to Narraway. I shall recommend that you be put in charge of the raid, Mr. Brady."
"I am not sure that I want the contract," replied the old detective.
"Got the princess yet?"
"No. We are still hunting Garshaski; but where is this place you speak of?"
"It's above Saucelito; used to be called North Beach."
The Bradys and Alice glanced at each other.
"How are you going, Leggett?" the old detective asked.
"Why, I was going to hire a launch."
"Then you may as well come along with us, for that's just the place we are bound for."
And thus it came about that once again Detective Leggett came to be associated with the Bradys in their chase after the Chinese Princess.
The launch was engaged and with the detectives on board and Harry running the motor, it started in the direction of the Golden Gate.
It now became necessary to take Leggett fully into their confidence, for the Secret Service man had not understood about the hidden money.
He grew quite excited and talked of little else the rest of the trip.
It made matters easier for the Bradys that Leggett knew the exact location of this other North Beach.
In due time they ran into the shallow cove under the green hills where there was a small pier, sort of boat-house on piles and several frame shacks which had once been devoted to such business as is usually found about a bathing place.
All happened to be deserted.
The Bradys instead of landing at the pier ran further down and tied up at a float from which they passed to the shore.
The Bradys walked up the beach surveying the different shacks.
"There's your green door, Alice," Harry suddenly exclaimed, as he pointed on ahead.
It was attached to a one-story building scarcely larger than a good sized hencoop, that green door.
"Looks as if it might be the place," observed Old King Brady, adding:
"But who owns the sailboat tied up at the pier, I wonder?"
They had not observed it as they approached the pier from the other side.
"Suggests Garshaski," said Harry.
They pushed on to the green door.
"Go on in, Harry and Alice," said the old detective. "Leggett and I will watch that house on the piles. The owner of the sailboat may be inside."
Harry and Alice then pushed on into the shack.
"Too late!" cried Alice, "Garshaski has been here ahead of us!"
And indeed it looked so, for there in the middle of the floor lay a flat stone broken in two pieces.
Evidently it had served as a hearth stone and beneath where it had lain at the foot of the chimney was a newly dug hole.
"Just in time to be too late!" exclaimed Harry, pointing at the hole.
"So it would seem. But it may not be so. That sailboat!" said Old King Brady.
"That's what's the matter!" cried Harry. "That boat-house, you may say. Who is inside? That's what we want to know now."
"Mr. Brady! Oh, Mr. Brady!" called Leggett excitedly.
All hurried outside.
"Look!" said Leggett, pointing up the bay.
A good-sized launch was rapidly approaching, evidently heading for this abandoned beach.
"Can it be the hop gang?" asked Leggett.
"Who can tell?" replied the old detective. "Sneak on beyond the boat-house and get a sight of them. If you find they are Chinks hold up two fingers and get back as fast as you can. Don't show yourself any more than you have to."
"Right. What about the treasure?"
Harry hastily explained and Leggett hurried away, passing behind the boat-house.
The Bradys approached it leisurely.
The building was much larger than an ordinary boat-house. Indeed, perhaps it had never been intended for a boat-house at all, but for the office of the proprietors of the beach.
It had a door opening on the pier, also a window.
They stepped upon the pier and were just about to pass around to the front of the building when suddenly they heard the door open noisily.
"Stop!" breathed Old King Brady, "we want to know what that means."
He was about to peer around the corner of the building when a harsh voice called out something in Chinese.
"Mercy!" whispered Alice. "Garshaski! He says 'Now I'm going to be rid of you, princess!'"
Before Alice finished speaking, Old King Brady knew.
Peering around the corner of the building, he saw Dr. Garshaski starting down the pier carrying the Princes Skeep Hup in his arms crossing a sort of runway or gang plank which connected the pier with the house.
"Stop where you are, Doctor!" shouted the old detective, as all three showed themselves now.
The old detective ran to head him off. Harry and Alice were now on the side platform separated from the runway by considerable space.
Instantly the Doctor saw them.
With an exclamation of surprise and disgust he turned and took the back track.
Old King Brady rushed after the flying Chinaman who was carrying the princess.
He crossed a gang plank and entered the house on the piles.
The next instant part of the runway flew up, closing the doorway, while Harry and Alice looked on.
"You scoundrel!" shouted Old King Brady. "Harm that woman at your peril!"
"Leggett is signalling!" cried Harry. "There are Chinks in the launch!"
"Save the princess!" exclaimed Alice. "That yellow fiend has unearthed the treasure and now he will kill her."
"But how to get at him!" cried Old King Brady. "You two keep guard here. There must be a rear entrance. I'll tackle him there."
He ran around to where they were standing.
"Let Harry go too!" cried Alice. "If he comes out with the princess I'll shoot him."
"Come, Harry," said the old detective, and around the house they went.
Meanwhile Leggett was hurrying along the beach.
There proved to be a back door to the house, but it was shut. There was no window here, thus it was impossible to tell what Garshaski was about, but as they drew nearer they could hear him fumbling with the lock of the door.
"Stand in close, Harry," whispered the old detective.
The order was a wise one, for the next instant the door slightly opened and Garshaski peered out.
He jumped back, closing the door, but before the Bradys had time to think twice it was opened again on the crack and a revolver was fired.
The shot went through Old King Brady's hat.
The instant the crack of the revolver was heard, Harry, who had drawn his weapon, fired.
His aim was true, the shot flew in through the crack of the door.
There was a yell of pain and something was heard to fall.
"Forward!" cried the old detective.
As he said it a succession of queer little squeals began inside the house and a woman's voice chattered in Chinese.
It was the princess!
The Bradys rushed inside.
Harry's shot had taken Dr. Garshaski in the right hand.
He dropped the revolver and starting back had stumbled over a chair and fallen.
The princess lost no time in improving her opportunity.
She could not stand on her little feet owing to the damage done those nearly useless members by that terrible rack, but she had free use of her hands as she sat there on the floor.
Garshaski, as we should have mentioned, was now in full Chinese costume even to a false pigtail, but his natural hair was long enough for Skeep Hup to get a good hold, and there she was yanking it for all she was worth.
The scene was a comical one, but it might have been a tragedy, for the Doctor had just managed to get hold of the princess with his unwounded left hand, when the Bradys burst into the room.
Harry covered the Doctor, Old King Brady managed to make the princess let go her hold on his hair, but not without some difficulty.
Quickly they tied his legs together, searched and captured another revolver.
Meanwhile Garshaski had not spoken a word. His face was deathly white, the sight of his own blood which flowed freely had apparently turned him faint, for by the time the Bradys succeeded in securing him he had relapsed into unconsciousness.
"Call Alice!" ordered the old detective. "We want to find out about the treasure while we have so good a chance."
Alice came. The princess almost fell over herself in her delight, chattering eagerly in Chinese.
"Well?" demanded the old detective. "Well?"
"Oh, he got the treasure all right," said Alice. "It is in here."
She led the way into the front room, which was fitted up with a bar and upon this stood an old dress-suit case.
"That's it!" cried Alice. "They have but just finished their work. Garshaski was going to drown her and make off with the money. The princess says that he found it under the hearth stone and that there is a lot of it."
Leggett now burst into the roam.
"That launch is full of Chinks!" he said, "but they have shoved off. I think they saw Mr. Brady's big hat and were scared away."
Perhaps it was so, for they did not return.
The suit-case, being opened, was found stuffed with yellow-backs with some gold.
When counted later the amount proved to be a little over $75,000.
Garshaski was rounded up in San Francisco jail, later going to a hospital.
The Princess Skeep Hup was turned over to the Lung Brothers with the treasure. Some weeks later she married Ah Lung, who made a quick recovery.
That night the Bradys with Leggett and other Secret Service men returned to the abandoned beach.
Here they went into hiding, waiting for the opium smugglers.
And again it proved a foggy night, which greatly aided them in their work.
Two boats landed between one and two o'clock.
Meanwhile Volckman, five Chinamen and a white representative of the crooked commercial house were on land to receive the cargo.
At the right moment the Bradys rounded up the whole outfit; thus that incident was closed.
Dr. Garshaski went to San Quentin for ten years. The opium smugglers received various short sentences.
Volckman's was five years.
But what became of Wang Foo?
This was never known.
Mysteriously he seemed to have vanished.
Garshaski denied all knowledge of the man, but Alice is firmly of the opinion that he was murdered in the torture room connected with the House of the Seven Delights.
The police raided the place and cleaned out all its occupants.
Old King Brady looked up Inez Reyes and not only gave her $200, but paid her way back to Mexico.
Ah Lung treated the Bradys most liberally and Leggett came in for his share.
Well could Ah Lung afford it, for, thanks to skillful detective work, he had secured old Gong Schow's hidden treasure and his Chinese Princess.
Next week's issue will contain "THE BRADYS AND 'OLD DANGEROUS'; OR, AFTER THE KING OF THE BANK BREAKERS."
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PRICE 10 CENTS EACH BY MAIL
FRANK ROBINSON, 311 WEST 44th ST., N. Y.
LOOK BACKWARD
WONDER OF THE 20th Century
THE GREATEST NOVELTY OUT
ENJOY YOURSELF OWN ONE
ENJOY YOURSELF OWN ONE
When placed to the eye, you can see what is taking place in back and front of you at the same time. No need to wish for eyes in the back of your head, as with this article you can observe all that occurs in that direction without even turning your head. How often are you anxious to see faces in back of you or observe who is following without attracting attention by turning around. This instrument does the trick for you. Lots of fun in owning a Seeback Scope.
Price 15 cents each in money or postage stamps
WOLFF NOVELTY CO., 29 W. 26th St., N. Y.
WE SHIP ON APPROVALwithout a cent deposit, prepay the freight and allow 10 DAYS FREE TRIAL.
IT ONLY COSTS one cent to learn andunheard of pricesandmarvelous offerson highest grade 1912 model bicycles.
FACTORY PRICESDo not buya bicycle or a pair of tires fromanyoneatany priceuntil you write for our large Art Catalog and learn ourwonderful propositionsample bicycle going to your town.
RIDER AGENTS everywhere are making big money exhibiting and selling our bicycles. We sell cheaper than any other.
TIRES, Coaster-Brake rear wheels, lamps, repairs and all sundries athalf usual prices. Do 'Not' Wait; writeto-dayfor ourspecial offer.
MEAD CYCLE CO., Dept. P-282 CHICAGO
I will send as long they last my 25c Book
STRONG ARMS
For 10c in Stamps or Coin
Illustrated with 20 full-page half-tone cuts, showing exercises that will quickly develop, beautify, and gain great strength in shoulders, arms, and back without any apparatus.
PROF. ANTHONY BARKER
Barker Bldg., 110 W. 42nd St., New York
CAMERA and Complete Outfit for 25c
Takes pictures 11.8×11.8 inches. With plates, paper, chemicals, etc.; leatherette covered, full instructions so that any small boy or girl can take pictures. The complete outfit will be sent you securely packed and delivered for only 25c or 3 for 60c. W. E. McNEIL & CO.
Dept. 6245 Chicago
MAGIC SKULL
10c. Shines in dark; funny. Catalog free.
KLEIN, 1403 Broadway, New York.
LOTS OF FUN FOR A DIME
Ventriloquists Double Throat! Fits roof of mouth & always invisible; greatest thing yet. Astonish and mystify your friends. Neigh like a horse; whine like a puppy; sing like a canary and imitate birds and beasts of field and forest. LOADS OF FUN. Wonderful invention. Price only 10 cents; 4 for 25 cents or 12 for 50 cents.
DOUBLE THROAT CO. DEPT. K FRENCHTOWN, N. J.
ASTHMA
& HAY FEVER REMEDY sent by experts to you on Free Trial. If it cures send $1; if not, don't. Give express office. Write to-day.
NATIONAL CHEMICAL CO., 426 Poplar St., Sidney, Ohio
THE CROWN STYLO
Made of Aluminum, Satin Finish, Guaranteed Not to Leak
PRICE 25c. EACH, POSTPAID
This stylographic ink pencil is made on a new plan. It cannot corrode and will outlast and outclass any similar pencil on the market. It is a splendid writer, and is easily kept in order. Each one packed with a clip to hold it in your vest pocket.
FRANK ROBINSON, 311 W. 44th St., N.Y.
THE MAGNETIC TOP
PRICE 5 CENTS, POSTPAID
A handsome metal, highly magnetized toy. A horseshoe, and a spiral wire furnished with each top. When spun next to the wires, they make the most surprising movements. You can make wires of different shapes and get the most peculiar effects.
L. Senarens, 347 Winthrop St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
REMINGTON UMC
Nº 6 .22 Rifle
Do You Want a Rifle as accurate and reliable as the world-renownedRemington-UMCbig game rifle that the famous hunters use?
The No. 6 single shot has tapered barrel, case-hardened frame, genuine walnut stock and fore-end, rifle butt plate, rear and tang peep sight.
Shoots .22 short, .22 long and .22 long rifle cartridges. Also made to shoot .32 short rim-fire cartridges.
You'll actually be surprised at its moderate price. Ask your dealer.
FREE—Set of targets. Write to-day
Remington-UMC
—the perfect shooting combination