"There goes the woman up Sixth avenue. She's a good walker. It looks to me
as if she were heading for the French district in the neighborhood of Third
street. Queer she didn't ride."

They tracked her to West Broadway.

Here she suddenly turned into the hall of a very old house across the front
of which hung the sign of an artificial flower maker.

Old King Brady passed into the hall after her and Harry remained on guard
at the door.

Going up a flight of stairs, the woman knocked at a door and when it was
opened, she passed into a room, closing the door after her.

The detective glided over to the door and listened.

Voices were heard inside, a man crying out eagerly:

"Well, Lena, ees ze child gone?"

"Yes, Paul," Mrs. La Croix replied, in sad tones. "The Champagne just
departed with our daughter. We shall not see her for a month."

"Ah, but when she return we make ze largest stake of our lives."

"I wish this risky business was ended, Paul. I'm getting sick of it. We do
not lead the peaceful lives of other people. It is a constant excitement
and fear of police interference."