CHAPTER VIII.
GAINING A FEW POINTS.
Young King Brady, of course, knew nothing about the dialogue which passedbetween his partner and the girl. But he felt pretty confident that OldKing Brady did not know who the girl was.
Without the slightest hesitation Harry made his way unseen to the rear car,and boarded the train just as it pulled out of the station.
The boy wore a bicycle suit and a false beard.
He felt pretty sure he would not be known in this outfit, and passinginside the car, he took a seat.
The distance between Toronto and Montreal was about 350 miles along theLake Ontario and the St. Lawrence river.
"I don't believe La Croix or his wife are in Toronto," the boy muttered,"for we've gone over the city with a fine-toothed comb, and failed to findthe slightest sign of them. They must be either in Montreal or Quebec, forthe girl is going to the former place. Miss Clara made a quick trip. Shecould not have been here long from Holland. And I presume she is laden withthose diamonds she went after. La Croix is now doubtless scheming tosmuggle them over the border into the United States. We've got to watchthese people closely now. That Frenchman is a desperate man. We have seenthat he would not stop at murder to attain his purposes. When I reachMontreal, I must telegraph Old King Brady to come on and meet me. He willbe wondering what has become of me now."
When the conductor came through, Harry paid his fare in cash.
A short time afterward one of the girl's male companions made a trip fromone end of the train to the other.
He sharply eyed every passenger on the cars and favored Harry with aparticularly keen and searching stare.
It made the boy imagine for an instant that his identity was known, but henever flinched.
The man passed on, however, without making any remark.
It took fifteen hours to make the run, and it was three o'clock on thefollowing afternoon before the train pulled into Montreal.
Shadowing the girl smuggler and her companions, Harry saw them go to ahotel, where the men left her.
While they went down to the Dominion Line dock, the girl passed into thehotel and Harry saw her go upstairs.
The hotel clerk, a dudish young fellow, was staring after her when Harryapproached him and said:
"Deuced pretty girl that."
"Very," assented the clerk. "A widow, too!"
"Rather young to be a widow, don't you think?"
"Yes, indeed."
"What's her name?"
"Mrs. Marie P. Savoy."
"Been here long?"
"A week."
"Alone?"
"She came in on the steamer Dominion from Havre alone, but her mother andfather soon joined her here. She went down to Toronto a few days agoleaving the old folks here. She's just returned."
"I see. I'd like to get acquainted with her."
"You may if you stop here."
"That's what I'm going to do. Give me a good room."
"Very well, sir. Got any baggage?"
"None, whatever. I came from Niagara in a hurry."
"You can have No. 37. That's right next to the one occupied by thebeautiful young widow. Perhaps it may lead to your becoming acquainted withher as you wish."
"I hope so," laughed Harry, who was delighted at his good luck. "Got atelegraph station here?"
"No. But there's one across the street."
Harry went out and telegraphed to Old King Brady to come and meet him inMontreal and then went to his room.
While washing, he heard the hum of voices in Clara La Croix's room, andgliding over to the wall, pressed his ear against the partition.
It was a hollow wall and nearly every word was quite audible.
The first thing he heard was a man's voice which he did not recognize, butpresumed was La Croix, asking:
"Well, how did you make out in Toronto, Clara?"
"All right," the girl replied. "I found your four spies there. They reportthat the Custom House inspectors at Niagara Falls are on the alert. Therehas been a shaking up of the department. The Collector of the Port of NewYork is dissatisfied with the amount of smuggling that is being carried on,and made it very hot for everybody."
"That ees bad for us."
"Very. We'll either have to keep shady a while or play a trick on them topass the diamonds I brought over from Holland. As there are $250,000 worthof the gems, you can't afford to have them seized for duty and run chanceson going to prison for the job, papa."
"That ees a fact. It would ruin me. I'll have to think of some--vat youcall--plan to beat ze Custom House."
"I've got some bad news for you, too."
"Vat ees zat?" asked La Croix, nervously.
"The Bradys are in Toronto looking for you."
The smuggler started as if he were stung and turned deathly pale.
A look of blank dismay settled upon his sallow face, his dark eyes sparkledangrily and he exclaimed:
"_Parbleu!_ I thought zey was done for!"
"You told me how you had shipped them in a box."
"Zen zey have escape, eh?"
"So it seems. One of your men discovered them. Before I came here, I metOld King Brady in the street and warned him of the danger of following youup. He refused to quit."
"Zat man ees a demon! I weel keel heem yet!" raved La Croix.
"Look out he don't kill you," replied his daughter.
"What wiz him deed you do?"
"Left him in Toronto."
"An' he not know we ees here?"
"No. I'm sure he don't."
"But eet puzzle me to know how he learn we ees in Canada."
"He may have had some method of finding out those things."
"I wondair how from ze box zey escape?"
"I'm sure I don't know."
"Where ees ze four men?"
"Gone down to the steamship dock for my trunk."
"Zen zey come back here soon, eh?"
"Yes. I presumed you wished to consult with them and therefore ordered themto report here to you."
"So I do. Ve must vatch for ze detectives ver' sharp now."
"Where is mother?"
"Een my room."
"I'll go in and see her. I'm going to get rid of these uncomfortablewidow's weeds. They were all very well as a disguise in which to travel inEurope and come back here, but I am heartily sick of wearing them. Theymake me feel so old."
"Suit yourself, my dear."
The girl then left her room and as there was no more to hear, Harry resumedhis ablutions and put on his false beard again.
He kept a strict watch upon the smuggler all that day and saw La Croix holda meeting with his spies in his own room.
The boy failed to overhear what they had to say, but that did not worryhim, as long as he had his quarry under observation.
On the following afternoon an old farmer with a homespun suit, an old felthat, and gray whiskers, arrived at the hotel.
Harry was standing in the lobby when he came in and recognized him at onceas Old King Brady, but made no sign.
The old detective recognized the boy at the same moment, and calling for aroom, he seized his carpet bag and umbrella, and followed the bell-boyupstairs.
Harry considered it safest to keep apart from his partner in public, andfor that reason failed to speak to him.
When he afterward learned which room Old King Brady occupied, he quietlywent up there and was admitted.
In whispers they explained to each other all that transpired and the olddetective was delighted over the boy's success.
"So the mysterious woman in black was the girl smuggler, eh?" asked the olddetective. "Well, I'm surprised."
"Her warning you, shows that she has some regard for us and don't wish tosee us come to grief," replied Harry, sentimentally.
"On the other hand, it may have been a diplomatic move on her part to bluffus off until they smuggle that big consignment of diamonds over theborder," replied Old King Brady, practically.
"We
ll, she didn't succeed."
"By no means."
"Have you formed any plan of action?"
"Only one."
"And that is?"
"To catch them smuggling those diamonds and arrest them with the evidencein their possession, which will send them to prison for many years,"replied Old King Brady.
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