The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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those gems he will go there to look for us. It's a rendezvous we had
arranged beforehand in case trouble came up." Harry nodded and smiled. "Glad you've posted me," he muttered. "I won't lose sight of you two charming creatures. It wasn't good policy to pull you in without the diamonds if you only knew it, and that's the only reason you are at liberty now. We'll play with you as a cat plays with a mouse." And he walked away from the door feeling well satisfied with the shape the case was taking. CHAPTER XI. SUBDUING A TARTAR. Old King Brady had gone ahead in an effort to find out what had become of Paul La Croix. Reaching the street he accosted a man at the door with the question: "Did you see a thin man with a black moustache, a high hat, and frock coat come out of here in a hurry a few moments ago?" "Yes, sir. He got in a cab and rode away." |
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