The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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"I'll go in and see her. I'm going to get rid of these uncomfortable
widow's weeds. They were all very well as a disguise in which to travel in Europe and come back here, but I am heartily sick of wearing them. They make me feel so old." "Suit yourself, my dear." The girl then left her room and as there was no more to hear, Harry resumed his ablutions and put on his false beard again. He kept a strict watch upon the smuggler all that day and saw La Croix hold a meeting with his spies in his own room. The boy failed to overhear what they had to say, but that did not worry him, as long as he had his quarry under observation. On the following afternoon an old farmer with a homespun suit, an old felt hat, and gray whiskers, arrived at the hotel. Harry was standing in the lobby when he came in and recognized him at once as Old King Brady, but made no sign. The old detective recognized the boy at the same moment, and calling for a room, he seized his carpet bag and umbrella, and followed the bell-boy upstairs. Harry considered it safest to keep apart from his partner in public, and for that reason failed to speak to him. When he afterward learned which room Old King Brady occupied, he quietly |
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