The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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La Croix party were playing some deep, shrewd game.
The Frenchman laughed sardonically at the officers and said: "Ah, Messieurs, zis ees ze time I fool you! _Comprong?_" "If any of your party have anything contraband," grimly answered the officer, in disappointed tones, "you must have swallowed it." "Zen why you not examine us wiz ze X-ray?" chuckled La Croix. "I'd like to take you at your invitation, you are such a slippery customer," growled the officer, who had had some experience with him before. The party were permitted to go. They headed for the International hotel and as the Bradys had already arranged to go there, they followed the Frenchman's party. Upon the arrival of the officers, a legal envelope was handed to Old King Brady, and he opened it and withdrew a warrant for Clara La Croix. "No need of this, yet," he grumbled, holding it up. "We may want it very soon," replied Harry. "They had the diamonds, and if they've eluded our vigilance, or given them to anyone else to smuggle over, they'll have to get the jewels away from the smuggler and that will be the time for us to grab them." |
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