Young King Brady, of course, knew nothing about the dialogue which passed
between his partner and the girl. But he felt pretty confident that Old
King Brady did not know who the girl was.

Without the slightest hesitation Harry made his way unseen to the rear car,
and boarded the train just as it pulled out of the station.

The boy wore a bicycle suit and a false beard.

He felt pretty sure he would not be known in this outfit, and passing
inside the car, he took a seat.

The distance between Toronto and Montreal was about 350 miles along the
Lake Ontario and the St. Lawrence river.

"I don't believe La Croix or his wife are in Toronto," the boy muttered,
"for we've gone over the city with a fine-toothed comb, and failed to find
the slightest sign of them. They must be either in Montreal or Quebec, for
the girl is going to the former place. Miss Clara made a quick trip. She
could not have been here long from Holland. And I presume she is laden with
those diamonds she went after. La Croix is now doubtless scheming to
smuggle them over the border into the United States. We've got to watch
these people closely now. That Frenchman is a desperate man. We have seen
that he would not stop at murder to attain his purposes. When I reach
Montreal, I must telegraph Old King Brady to come on and meet me. He will
be wondering what has become of me now."

When the conductor came through, Harry paid his fare in cash.