"Pick up that cake of toilet soap, cut it in two and you'll find a very valuable gentleman's ruby ring and scarf pin buried inside of it."
Gibson complied with a poor grace.
As Harry said, he disclosed the articles mentioned.
"My!" said the lady, innocently, "I wonder how they got there?"
"Madam," replied Harry, politely, "you put them there yourself. As a lady don't wear such things and you've been traveling alone, it's clear you were trying to smuggle those things. Seize them, Gibson, and they'll be appraised in the Custom House. If the lady then wishes to pay the full duty charged on them she can get back her ornaments."
The Collector burst out laughing.
"Any more?" he asked Old King Brady.
"Yes. See that short fat man? He is Mr. Jacobs, a stock broker. I guess we'll have to pull off the gentleman's left boot. Hey, Mr. Jacobs!"
"Vell?" growled the fat broker, glancing at the detective in some surprise.
"Sit down on your trunk, please," said Old King Brady.