"Well, that's exactly what he was."
"Hark! What eez zat?"
"Gibson in the hall, yelling bloody murder."
Old King Brady was puzzled by the defeated inspector's actions. But he soon was destined to learn what the man meant by it.
His yells brought up a policeman at the head of a crowd.
"What's the fuss about?" demanded the patrolman.
"See this badge?" demanded Gibson.
"Yes. You're a Custom House officer."
"That's what I am. I'm after a smuggler."