A short time afterward one of the girl's male companions made a trip from
one end of the train to the other.

He sharply eyed every passenger on the cars and favored Harry with a
particularly keen and searching stare.

It made the boy imagine for an instant that his identity was known, but he
never flinched.

The man passed on, however, without making any remark.

It took fifteen hours to make the run, and it was three o'clock on the
following afternoon before the train pulled into Montreal.

Shadowing the girl smuggler and her companions, Harry saw them go to a
hotel, where the men left her.

While they went down to the Dominion Line dock, the girl passed into the
hotel and Harry saw her go upstairs.

The hotel clerk, a dudish young fellow, was staring after her when Harry
approached him and said:

"Deuced pretty girl that."

"Very," assented the clerk. "A widow, too!"

"Rather young to be a widow, don't you think?"