He believed in the golden principle of keeping his business to himself
until it became absolutely necessary to disclose it.

Two days later Harry joined him at their joint lodgings.

Young King Brady told how he had tracked Mrs. La Croix and her daughter to
swell apartments in the luxurious Waldorf.

Here the pair had taken up their abode under the fictitious name of Mrs.
Marie P. Savoy and daughter.

The Bradys conjectured that it would not take them long to let La Croix
know of their whereabouts.

They therefore carefully shadowed the big hotel.

Nearly a week passed by and one rainy night while Harry was on watch, under
an umbrella, across the street from the hotel, he saw a hansom cab dash up
to the door, and a man looking like La Croix alighted and hastily made his
way into the building on the Thirty-fourth street side.

"La Croix, as sure as fate!" the boy muttered, hastily crossing the street.

He was heading for the glass portico, when he happened to glance into the
spacious dining-room and saw the girl smuggler at supper.

Young King Brady paused and watched her.

Presently a waiter approached her with a card on a salver.