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SECRET SERVICE.
THE BRADYS AFTER A CHINESE PRINCESS
OR
THE YELLOW FIENDS OF 'FRISCO
_BY A NEW YORK DETECTIVE_.
FRANK TOUSEY
PUBLISHER
.24
UNION SQUARE.
NEW-YORK.
SECRET SERVICE
OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES
Issued Weekly--By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered as Second
Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, March 1, 1899.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1911, in the
office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. C, by Frank
Tousey, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York.
No. 658. NEW YORK, SEPTEMBER 1, 1911. Price 5 Cents.
CHAPTER I.
THE MYSTERY THAT CAME OUT OF THE MIST.
One foggy night a few years since at something after two o'clock, a
good-sized motor boat containing five men might have been seen cruising
close in to the water-front line of lower San Francisco.
Three of the occupants were big, husky fellows, who sat idly in the boat
looking like men waiting to be called upon to act and prepared for any
emergency.
A good-looking young fellow in his twenties was attending to engineer's
duty, while astern sat an elderly man of striking appearance and
peculiar dress.
He wore a long, blue coat with brass buttons, an old-fashioned stock and
stand-up collar, and a big white hat with an unusually broad brim.
Clearly he was the leader of this outfit, whatever their business might
be out there on the silent bay in the early morning hours.
He was a man accustomed to command, being none other than the
world-famous detective, Old King Brady, chief of the Brady Detective
Bureau of Union Square, New York.
And having made this statement, we need scarcely add that the young man
in charge of the boat was his partner, Young King Brady, second in skill
as a detective only to his great chief.
The detective had been ordered to San Francisco on special duty by the
United States Secret Service Bureau.
Information had been received of the intention of certain Chinamen to
run in opium on a large scale, dodging the duty due to Uncle Sam.
The information, while definite and reliable, was still vague.
Details were lacking, yet it was known that there was surely going to be
something doing in the line during this particular week, and that
whatever was done would take place in the neighborhood of the India
Basin.
This made the fourth night the Bradys had been on the watch with three
local Secret Service men as their aides.
It was discouraging work.
Nothing had happened.
The weak point of the undertaking was the lack of knowledge as to the
particular ship or steamer on which the opium was expected to arrive.
Two steamers had arrived from China this week, one regular liner and one
tramp.
Three sailing vessels had also come in, all from Chinese ports.
Yet it was by no means certain that the opium would enter the harbor of
San Francisco in that way.
It is quite the custom with captains of English tramp steamers, and also
with those of sailing vessels, to drop opium overboard in sealed rubber
bags while off the Farraleone Islands.
Such bags are picked up by fishing schooners on hand for the purpose,
and by them landed as best they can.
A close watch for such operations in this particular instance was being
kept by a special revenue cutter outside the Golden Gate.
The Bradys' orders had to do only with the landing.
It was supposed that the people connected with some storage warehouse in
this vicinity were and had been for some time standing in with the
smugglers.
It was particularly desired by the Government to learn who these people
were; to catch them red-handed and make an example of them.
That Chinese capital was back of this crooked enterprise was certain,
but there was reason to believe that they were being substantially aided
by others who were not of their race.
"If the fog would only lift we might be able to do something," remarked
one of the Secret Service men, "but as it is I see little use in
remaining here."
"Patience," replied Old King Brady. "We have to do the best we can, my
friend. I admit that the fog is a nuisance, but I am not giving up yet
by any means. Harry, work in a little nearer. We must be close upon the
India Basin by this time."
The order was obeyed by Young King Brady.
After a few moments the wharf line became visible, the fog lifting a
bit.
Then suddenly came a break.
"The basin," said the Secret Service man.
"I think not," replied Old King Brady. "I think it is only the Islais
Creek Channel. Stop the boat, Harry. We will lie off here for a few
minutes. Perhaps we are banking too much on these hop smugglers running
into the basin. It may be one of the warehouses on the channel here
after all."
Harry stopped the launch accordingly.
The ebb tide took them back and the fog closed in on the Islais Channel.
The boat ran against a wharf and the movement was stopped.
"Shall I pull up, governor?" inquired Young King Brady.
"No. We will rest as we are," said the old detective. "Quiet, now. Let
us listen. I shall not remain long idle here."
"It isn't the least use," growled the Secret Service man. "There won't
be nothing doing to-night."
Old King Brady made no reply.
This man was a chronic kicker. He had been at it right along.
But for the fact that he was also known to be a good fighter, Old King
Brady would have dropped him.
Silence and fog!
Such was the situation now.
For fully twenty minutes they remained thus, and the old detective was
just about to order a move on to the India Basin when voices were heard
at no great distance, speaking in some foreign tongue.
"At last!" breathed Old King Brady. "I told you there would be something
doing to-night, boss. Is that Chinese they are talking, Harry?"
"Sounds so."
"Sure it is," added the kicker.
"I'll wake up Alice, then," said the old detective. "This is her job."
We have not mentioned a woman who, wrapped in a heavy shawl, sat half
reclining at Old King Brady's feet with her head resting on a corner of
the stern seat.
This was the noted female detective, Alice Montgomery, who is a full
partner in the Brady Bureau.
The daughter of a missionary, born and brought up in China, Alice,
besides several other foreign languages, such as German, French and
Italian, both speaks and reads Chinese.
Of course, such an accomplishment was likely to prove invaluable in a
situation like this.
Old King Brady now aroused his female partner and explained.
But by this time the voices had ceased.
"Must be that they are in a sailboat," observed the kicker, half aloud.
"Will you kindly keep quiet," breathed the old detective. "This mist is
as good as a telephone. I want to do business to-night if I can."
After a moment the voices in the mist were heard again.
Alice listened attentively.
"Chinese?" whispered Harry.
"Yes; hush."
The voices ceased.
Chinese never hold continuous conversation like other people.
They say what they have to say and let it go at that.
This time the voices seemed to come from a greater distance.
"What are they talking about?" the old detective asked.
"They are trying to find the Islais Channel," whispered Alice. "They
think they have missed their bearings."
"Therein they are quite mistaken. The Islais Channel is right here.
Didn't catch the name of any street or warehouse?"
"No."
"Or person?"
"The name Volckman was mentioned."
"Good! It may prove a valuable clew. Let us wait and listen. To attempt
to overhaul them in the open bay would be useless, but once they enter
the channel, we have them bottled up."
"I wonder what sort of a craft they are in?" queried Harry.
"It can't be either a rowboat or a launch," replied the old detective,
"and it is hard to see how they can get around with a sailboat on a
night like this, yet that must be what it is."
"There is a breeze springing up now," observed the kicker.
He had scarcely spoken when the voices were heard close to them.
Evidently the ebb tide was taking the smugglers, if such they were,
their way.
They were now speaking loud and rapidly.
"Draw your revolvers, boys, and be ready," breathed Old King Brady. "We
are liable to be discovered at any moment."
Alice sat listening.
"They are the smugglers, all right," she presently whispered.
"Sure?" asked Old King Brady.
"Yes. They say----"
"Never mind, Alice, unless it is something important."
Still the voices continued.
The smugglers appeared to be passing the launch in the direction of the
channel.
"Listen!" whispered Alice, as they presently ceased. "This is important.
One said: 'We must hurry if we expect to save the princess. She can't
stand it much longer.'"
"What can that mean?"
"The name of their boat, perhaps."
"Do you think so?"
"Frankly, I don't. It seemed to me as if they were speaking of a
person."
"Then they must have a woman with them. Perhaps some Chinese woman they
are smuggling in."
Suddenly a loud voice exclaimed in English: "Here's your channel now,
you Chinks!"
"Allee light! Allee light! Hully up now," came the reply.
The breeze had increased. The fog was lifting a little. Certain sounds
were heard that indicated a sailboat going about.
"Shall I start up?" asked Harry.
"Not yet," was the reply. "Let them get well into the channel, then we
will close in on them."
The voices died away; the time to move had come.
"Now," said Old King Brady. Immediately the "chug-chug" of the motor
made itself heard.
"Bear right down upon them," ordered the old detective; "a little brisk
action will put us on the right side of this outfit, I hope. Alice, you
get down in the boat."
Alice, brave girl that she is, protested that she was willing to take
her chances with the rest, but Old King Brady sternly repeating the
order, it was obeyed.
A few moments of anxious suspense and a large sailboat loomed up out of
the mist right ahead of them.
Instantly Old King Brady turned a powerful electric flashlight upon it.
In the boat were several boxes and bales. One box seemed particularly
large.
If this was filled with opium, Old King Brady knew that it must be very
valuable.
There were three Chinamen in the boat and one white man.
"Lower your sail and surrender!" thundered Old King Brady.
The white man appeared about to obey, but one of the Chinamen
interfered.
The other two immediately discharged their revolvers at the launch.
The shots flew harmlessly past them, but it made the old detective vexed
to think that he had not been the first to open fire, which he and the
others by his command now instantly did.
Whether any one was hit or not it was impossible to tell, but all four
men at once sprang overboard and, abandoning their boat, struck out for
the south bulkhead of the channel, which was no great distance away.
"We win!" cried the old detective. "No more firing, boys. I had just as
soon they would escape."
They pushed on to the abandoned boat.
The mist closed in on them and the swimmers were lost to view.
Making fast to the boat, the kicker sprang aboard and lowered the sail.
"A good haul, Mr. Brady," he exclaimed. "There are thousands of pounds
of hop here, but what do you suppose is in this big box?"
"That remains for us to discover," replied Old King Brady. "Is it
heavy?"
"Very," replied the kicker, weighting the box.
"Never mind now. Make fast and we will pull around to the Indian Basin.
I shall touch nothing until we are at the Government stores."
The kicker obeyed, and was just about to step back into the launch, when
Old King Brady, ordering him to remain where he was, he sat down on the
big tin box.
Instantly he jumped up again, exclaiming:
"Good heavens! There is some one alive in this box!"
"Ah! The princess!" cried Alice.
"What did you hear?" demanded Old King Brady.
"Some one spoke. There it goes again! It's a Chinaman."
"Or a woman! Alice, do you think you can get aboard the sailboat without
tumbling into the bay?"
"Why, certainly," replied Alice, and she stepped aboard the sailboat
with the kicker's aid.
"Is any one in the box?" she called.
"Yes. Help! Save me! I am dying in here!" came the answer in Chinese.
Alice instantly repeated the words.
"We must make a landing right here on the bulkhead in front of these
warehouses," declared Old King Brady, and he gave Harry orders
accordingly.
Loaded down as the sailboat was, it would have been both difficult and
dangerous to attempt to open the bulky box on board.
Indeed, in order to get at it properly, a good portion of the contents
of the boat would have to be removed in any case.
"Ask her who she is and how she came to be there, Alice," the old
detective called; adding:
"I am assuming that it is a woman."
"Yes, it's a woman," replied Alice, and she put the question.
"She says she is the Princess Skeep Hup," Alice called.
"Ask her how she came to be in the box."
But when Alice put the question there came no reply.
"I'm afraid she has fainted!" said Alice, "or, indeed, she may be dead."
"A mystery!" cried Harry. "The mystery that came out of the mist."