"Vat ees zat?" asked La Croix, nervously.
"The Bradys are in Toronto looking for you."
The smuggler started as if he were stung and turned deathly pale.
A look of blank dismay settled upon his sallow face, his dark eyes sparkled angrily and he exclaimed:
"Parbleu! I thought zey was done for!"
"You told me how you had shipped them in a box."
"Zen zey have escape, eh?"
"So it seems. One of your men discovered them. Before I came here, I met Old King Brady in the street and warned him of the danger of following you up. He refused to quit."
"Zat man ees a demon! I weel keel heem yet!" raved La Croix.
"Look out he don't kill you," replied his daughter.