"No. She wouldn't say a word."
"Acts like an old offender."
"Exactly. Her husband and daughter must be somewhere about the city. I suppose La Croix sent for the spies. He may have use for them, else they wouldn't be here. I only hope he hasn't disposed of any of those stones yet."
"And I've sent a warning to all jewelers, pawnbrokers and dealers in gems, not to handle La Croix's gems under penalty of the law. I've offered them a reward for the smuggler's arrest. The villain is bound to keep shady now. He must know the danger he is in. He's a very foxy Frenchman," said Harry.
"I wish I could find out where the woman lives."
"Nothing easier," said Harry.
"Don't you fool yourself. She won't confess."
"I don't expect she will."
"Then how am I to find out?"
"You said she was shopping in Twenty-third street?"