In a chair beside him sat Clara La Croix!
As Harry stepped forward with a smile on his face, their glances met.
She half started from her chair, uttering a smothered cry of intense dismay, and her face turned as pale as death.
"Young King Brady!" she gasped, faintly.
"Clara, I've run you down at last!"
She fairly groaned.
Her defeat was hard to bear.
"This is terrible!" she muttered.
Harry pointed at the diamonds in front of the astonished dealer.
"Ain't those the smuggled diamonds?" he asked.