The crackling of paper was heard.
For a few moments afterward there ensued a deep silence.
Old King Brady silently beckoned to Harry and they retreated a few paces.
"I'm going right in after La Croix," he whispered.
"We've got him dead to rights," replied the boy.
"Are you prepared for a fight?"
"Oh, yes. I've got a powerful persuader in my hip pocket."
"Then come on with me."
He strode forward and pushed the stateroom door open.
It opened inward and as the room was very small, it pushed La Croix against the two bunks and wrung the startled cry from his lips: