"Do not complain, Lena. Zees ees ze last treep ze child make. Eef eet ees
wong success, we make so much dollaires zat we can retiaire an' leeve ze
life of ease for ze rest of our days, by gar!"

He laughed and the woman replied, resignedly:

"Well, I hope your dream will come true, Paul."

"Take zees seat an' 'ave your suppair, my dear. You need ze rest, for
to-night we leave New York by rail for Canada, for I have sold all ze
stones I had, an' mail my draft to Paris."

Old King Brady smiled and muttered:

"I'm glad you've told me your business, old fellow."

The shadows of twilight had fallen by this time and the hall was getting
dark.

Hearing some one coming downstairs from an upper floor, the old detective
retreated along the hall and crouched back in a doorway.

He pressed himself back flat against the door hoping the person who was
coming would pass him in the gloom without observing his presence.

Unfortunately the door behind him was not shut tight.

As he pressed his back against it, it flew inward all of a sudden and
pitching over backward, the detective fell sprawling upon the floor of a