"Don't lie."
"Sairch ze place an' you see."
The Bradys complied, but failed to find the missing diamonds.
"I'll go after her!" cried Harry, hastily, and he rushed out.
A few moments after he had gone, Gibson came in, and a look of mingled surprise, rage and jealousy crossed his face when he saw the situation of affairs.
"How are you, Gibson?" laughed Old King Brady. "I've got La Croix!"
"You've cheated me!" snarled the inspector, furiously.
"Bless your heart, you've got the matter twisted. It was you interfering with our game. We've been after this man two months. And you ain't going to skim the cream off our hard work, I can tell you."
"You lie, Brady—"
An angry light sparkled in the old detective's eyes at this insult and he doubled up his fist, strode over to the inspector and struck him in the face.