The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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"What have you got there?"
"Nosing!" protested La Croix. "Zees ees an outrage, sair!" "Oh, I don't know!" laughed Harry. "Clara!" roared the man. "Go tell ze captaine, quick, to come 'ere." The girl slipped out the door and vanished. Left alone with the man, the detectives laughed and Harry said: "Unbutton your coat and vest." "_Sacre!_ For why?" growled La Croix. "We want to see what you've got stuffed in there." "Gentlemen, you wrong me!" "Bosh! Open up quick, or we'll do it for you." La Croix reluctantly opened his vest and a package dropped out. He then was of normal size. "This is what we are after!" laughed Harry, picking up the parcel. "But, Monsieur, eet ees only a worthless--" |
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