The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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Harry was served the same way.
There was just room enough to hold them. When La Croix nailed on the lid, they realized what he intended to do with them and it made them feel very downhearted. "Going to ship us away," thought Old King Brady. La Croix then borrowed Reynard's brush and marking pot and they heard him chuckle and say to his wife: "I weel direct ze box to wong fictitious address in Sacramento, California. By ze time ze secret police arrive zere, _par Dieu_, zey weel be zez dead mans!" He then addressed the case and went after a truckman. This done, between them they lowered the case through the hatchway into the street, and it was banged with a hook, turned over and over and pushed up a pair of rungs on the truck. The Bradys were badly bumped and bruised. But being gagged they had to suffer in silence. Finally the truck was driven away with them, and reaching the Erie freight depot, the driver got a receipt for the box and dumped it off his truck. The shock upon the imprisoned detectives was awful. |
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