The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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"Indeed! What were you sneaking in that closet for?"
"To learn the true inwardness of your gigantic smuggling scheme." "You must be mad." "No, indeed. We are quite sane, I assure you." "What do you mean by our smuggling?" "Simply this: We know all about your daughter's trip to Holland and we've been watching her since she landed at Montreal." "Oh," said the lady, icily, "you have, eh?" "Yes, we have." "Well, what do you want, now?" "Madam," said Old King Brady, "here is a warrant for the arrest of your daughter. The charge is smuggling!" Calmly taking the document, the lady read it. Harry opened the door and let the hall-boy go. The young detective did not want the boy to hear all that transpired and the hall-boy hastened away. Rushing to Paul La Croix's room, he pounded on the door, entered and found |
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