The word smuggled was not used.
Ah Lung bought a thousand dollars worth, which was to be delivered next day at the store.
There was considerable haggling, the talk lasting all of twenty minutes, and all this time Young King Brady was puzzling his brains to know where he had heard that voice before, but memory refused to serve him.
As for the man's English, it was almost as good as Ah Lung's, which amounts to saying that it was nearly perfect.
Harry heard, although their voices were keyed low. It vexed him to think that Ah Lung could not have spoken the man's name, but he never did once.
Now suddenly the conversation took a different turn.
"Ah, my good friend," said Ah Lung with a sigh, "I am in deep trouble. I know you will sympathize with me when I tell you what it is."
"Of course," was the reply. "I always have sympathy for those in trouble. What is the matter now?"
"My princess."
"Ah, ha! She is ill?"