"Zen zey come back here soon, eh?"
"Yes. I presumed you wished to consult with them and therefore ordered them to report here to you."
"So I do. Ve must vatch for ze detectives ver' sharp now."
"Where is mother?"
"Een my room."
"I'll go in and see her. I'm going to get rid of these uncomfortable widow's weeds. They were all very well as a disguise in which to travel in Europe and come back here, but I am heartily sick of wearing them. They make me feel so old."
"Suit yourself, my dear."
The girl then left her room and as there was no more to hear, Harry resumed his ablutions and put on his false beard again.
He kept a strict watch upon the smuggler all that day and saw La Croix hold a meeting with his spies in his own room.
The boy failed to overhear what they had to say, but that did not worry him, as long as he had his quarry under observation.