Hers was one of those set, inscrutable faces, hard to read, for she seldom
showed the emotions preying upon her mind.

"She don't seem to fear detection," commented Harry, as they walked along.
"She hasn't made the slightest effort to conceal her actions."

"Well," replied the old detective, as he thoughtfully took a fresh quid of
tobacco, "you must not forget that the woman isn't aware of the fact that
we are on her trail."

"She certainly must be interested in her husband's crooked work or she
would not see her daughter off to Europe in this manner. In fact, if she
were not so greatly interested, I doubt if she would allow her child to
make such a long, dangerous trip alone."

"Your reasoning is very sensible," commented Old King Brady, "but you must
recollect that the girl smuggler is very smart. She is used to danger. This
may not be her first voyage abroad alone. In fact, she has probably been
making many trips to the other side, bringing back jewels to be smuggled
ashore."

"Judging by what that letter said," remarked Harry, "the man and his wife
are likely to go to Canada now and wait there for the girl's return with
that large consignment of precious stones. We shall be obliged to follow
them there. We can't arrest them now on suspicion, nor can we pull La Croix
in for trying to murder us in the Fifth Avenue Hotel elevator. If we do, it
will interfere with our capturing the girl when she returns with those
jewels."

"I'm sorry to say your view of the matter is correct, Harry."