concisely as he could.

When he finished the old broker was thoroughly amazed at the great
crime Mason committed in order to rob him.

That it was a failure was due to the detectives, he easily foresaw.

He thanked them again and again, and said, sadly:

"Poor Lizzie! She was faithful to me through all."

"No one will be gladder to see you than she," said Harry.

"And she's so near me now?"

"Yes. In a quarter of an hour you can be with her."

"I feel renewed hope now."

"Will you please tell us how your rascally nephew first managed to get
you into his power, Mr. Dalton?" asked Harry, in curious tones.

"It was a very simple plan," replied the old broker. "He knew that I
was going to get you to run down the thief who was robbing my mail. But
he did not know that I suspected him of the crime. At any rate, on the
night you mentioned, I had gone to the Union Club. A telegram reached
me, saying you wished to see me at a house in Thirty-sixth street. I
went there. Mason and my valet were waiting there for me. They attacked
me. I shouted for help. They chloroformed me, bound and gagged me, put
me in a box they had prepared for my reception, and--well, all became a
blank."

"They had the box and wagon ready ahead, eh?"

"It was a prearranged plot," the broker replied. "That was evident. I
came to my senses in the box, and realized that I was being carried off
on a railway car. Then you opened the box. The next thing I knew, the
box I was in was thrown from the car. The shock stunned me. When I
recovered I found myself being carried over a swamp into a hut. The gag
was off my mouth, and I shouted for help."

"Yes; we heard you."

"The negro who carried me brought me down here and secured me this way.
Then Mason made his appearance. For the first time I then learned that
he was the author of all my trouble. He was bound to secure my bank
balance, and I refused to sign a check so he could get it. Infuriated
over my persistent refusal, he tortured and starved me. The rest you
probably know."

"We heard all they said this morning."

Just then Old King Brady finished cutting the lock, and the man was
free and able to walk.

He was very weak, though, and the detectives had to support him.

"Do you know anything about the passage by means of which the villains
escaped from here?" asked Old King Brady.

"Oh, yes. I've often explored this place," replied Mr. Dalton, readily.
"It's a passage leading under the sw