Here she suddenly turned into the hall of a very old house across the front of which hung the sign of an artificial flower maker.
Old King Brady passed into the hall after her and Harry remained on guard at the door.
Going up a flight of stairs, the woman knocked at a door and when it was opened, she passed into a room, closing the door after her.
The detective glided over to the door and listened.
Voices were heard inside, a man crying out eagerly:
"Well, Lena, ees ze child gone?"
"Yes, Paul," Mrs. La Croix replied, in sad tones. "The Champagne just departed with our daughter. We shall not see her for a month."
"Ah, but when she return we make ze largest stake of our lives."
"I wish this risky business was ended, Paul. I'm getting sick of it. We do not lead the peaceful lives of other people. It is a constant excitement and fear of police interference."
"Do not complain, Lena. Zees ees ze last treep ze child make. Eef eet ees wong success, we make so much dollaires zat we can retiaire an' leeve ze life of ease for ze rest of our days, by gar!"