Young King Brady dropped them.

"They'll be so busy spooning and lally-gagging that he won't have any time
to attend to this smuggling game," thought the boy detective, as he went
back to his partner to report the occurrence.

Old King Brady was watching the Frenchman's party.

Next day the smugglers boarded the cars for Niagara, and the Bradys felt
that their work would soon be at an end.

As the Custom House officers of Niagara had been specially warned against
these people, they made a very careful search of their baggage and persons.

Every one underwent a most rigid examination.

Not a thing or place was overlooked in which there was the faintest chance
of concealing precious stones.

But despite the keenness of the scrutiny--despite the extraordinary
watchfulness--despite every care--not a diamond was found.

The Bradys looked on eagerly.

Each one expected a remarkable disclosure.

But when they saw the officers baffled, it worried them.

They could not understand this want of success, except by thinking that the