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Before he could depart, however, the closet door flew open with a bang and the Bradys sprang from their place of concealment.
"Hold on, there!" cried Harry. "Let no one leave this room!"
The hall-boy paused, an alarmed look on his face.
CHAPTER X.
SERVING THE WARRANT.
Mrs. La Croix and her daughter were possessed of good nerves, for the dramatic entrance of the Bradys did not seem to startle them in the least.
They glanced coolly at the detectives and Mrs. La Croix asked, haughtily:
"Who are these men?"
"Detectives, madam," replied Old King Brady, politely.
"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 a.s.sure 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 doc.u.ment, 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 the smuggler shaving himself.
"There's two detectives in your daughter's room!" he gasped.
"_Sacre!_" roared La Croix in startled tones.
"They've got a warrant for your daughter's arrest."
"Who zey are?" groaned La Croix.
"The Bradys."
"We are lost!"
"Your daughter slipped me this package and told me to give it to you."
He handed over the parcel of diamonds, and with a glad cry, La Croix eagerly seized it and thrust it in the bosom of his shirt.
"Here--five dollaire for you!" he panted, giving the boy a bill. "Keep ze still tongue about our affairs. Now go!"
The boy shot out of the room and the man wrote a note and left it on the bureau.
La Croix hastily dressed and rushed out of the hotel.
He was fearfully excited.
Reaching the street, he called a cab, doubled the driver's fare and was driven furiously to the railroad depot.
Here he caught a departing train.
Meantime, the Bradys imagined they had Clara La Croix with the package of diamonds in her possession.
Harry placed his hand on the girl smuggler's arm.
"I hate to do it, Miss," said he, half apologetically, "but you are my prisoner."
She took her arrest with exasperating coolness.
Smiling up at him, she said in low, sweet tones:
"I'm charged with smuggling, ain't I?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"About $250,000 worth of diamonds."
"How ridiculous!"
"No, it isn't. We've got all the facts."