The little fellow ran downstairs.
La Croix unlocked the door and stuck out his head.
"Come in, Meestair Geebson—" he began.
And the Bradys interrupted him by rushing against the door; it hit La Croix on the shoulder, sending him reeling back into the room, and he gave a yell as the detectives dashed in.
"Par Dieu! Ze detectives!" he screamed.
Then he began to yell, swear, and rave in French, as he scrambled to his feet, and the officers made a rush for him.
"Ze Bradys! Ze Bradys!" he shrieked.
At first they imagined these cries were due to his excitement. But when he backed up against a door opening into an adjoining room with his arms stretched out, they saw through his purpose.
"Harry!"
"Well?"