Before she could reply, Mr. Decker sprang to his feet, crying in alarm:
"Good heavens! Are these smuggled diamonds?"
"Yes," replied Harry, with a nod.
"No wonder she wanted to sell them so cheap!"
"Mr. Decker, I am a Custom House officer."
"Ah!"
"This girl is a smuggler."
"I see!"
"We've been on her trail since she brought those gems from Holland to Canada, and thence over the border without paying duty on them."
"The little wretch!"