"I hope so," laughed Harry, who was delighted at his good luck. "Got a
telegraph station here?"

"No. But there's one across the street."

Harry went out and telegraphed to Old King Brady to come and meet him in
Montreal and then went to his room.

While washing, he heard the hum of voices in Clara La Croix's room, and
gliding over to the wall, pressed his ear against the partition.

It was a hollow wall and nearly every word was quite audible.

The first thing he heard was a man's voice which he did not recognize, but
presumed was La Croix, asking:

"Well, how did you make out in Toronto, Clara?"

"All right," the girl replied. "I found your four spies there. They report
that the Custom House inspectors at Niagara Falls are on the alert. There
has been a shaking up of the department. The Collector of the Port of New
York is dissatisfied with the amount of smuggling that is being carried on,
and made it very hot for everybody."

"That ees bad for us."

"Very. We'll either have to keep shady a while or play a trick on them to
pass the diamonds I brought over from Holland. As there are $250,000 worth
of the gems, you can't afford to have them seized for duty and run chances
on going to prison for the job, papa."