"She protested, of course?"

"Vigorously. But I locked her up just the same."

"Couldn't you get any information out of her about the rest?"

"No. She wouldn't say a word."

"Acts like an old offender."

"Exactly. Her husband and daughter must be somewhere about the city. I
suppose La Croix sent for the spies. He may have use for them, else they
wouldn't be here. I only hope he hasn't disposed of any of those stones
yet."

"And I've sent a warning to all jewelers, pawnbrokers and dealers in gems,
not to handle La Croix's gems under penalty of the law. I've offered them a
reward for the smuggler's arrest. The villain is bound to keep shady now.
He must know the danger he is in. He's a very foxy Frenchman," said Harry.

"I wish I could find out where the woman lives."

"Nothing easier," said Harry.

"Don't you fool yourself. She won't confess."

"I don't expect she will."

"Then how am I to find out?"