The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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"Oh, yes. I've got a powerful persuader in my hip pocket."
"Then come on with me." He strode forward and pushed the stateroom door open. It opened inward and as the room was very small, it pushed La Croix against the two bunks and wrung the startled cry from his lips: "Look out, Clara!" The girl glared at the detectives and demanded: "What do you want in here?" "That man!" said Harry, pointing at her father. "What for?" "Smuggling!" "He isn't!" "We'll search him and see." The Bradys grasped the excited Frenchman. His clothing in the region of his stomach was bulging suspiciously and Old King Brady slapped the spot and demanded: |
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