Several days passed by, during which La Croix's three spies returned to
Canada, as they were then of no further service.

The day after they had gone, the fourth spy, who had got married, suddenly
came over from Canada with his bride, and the detectives saw them go to the
hotel where the La Croix party was stopping.

With their suspicions aroused, the Bradys watched them.

They went up to the clerk, sent their card to La Croix's room, and Clara
presently came down and greeted them warmly.

"Papa is shaving," she remarked. "Can't you come to my room? I'll try to
entertain you until he is disengaged."

She had abandoned her widow's weeds and resumed her wonted attire in which
she looked very young and charming.

The bride smiled, patted her on the head and said:

"I like you. Nothing would please me better."

The moment she assented, the Bradys hastened upstairs.

Clara's room was open and they entered and glanced around.

It was a magnificently-furnished apartment and the trunk she brought over
from France stood in the middle of the room.

At one side was a closet.