The woman and her daughter uttered a merry peal of laughter.
"Good for papa!" cried the girl. "He'll save the gems yet."
"Those detectives have gone on a wild goose chase," contemptuously replied her mother. "Paul will outwit them. To-morrow you and I will go back to New York, and put up at the Waldorf. When your father has safely disposed of 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.