He handed over the parcel of diamonds, and with a glad cry, La Croix eagerly seized it and thrust it in the bosom of his shirt.
"Here—five dollaire for you!" he panted, giving the boy a bill. "Keep ze still tongue about our affairs. Now go!"
The boy shot out of the room and the man wrote a note and left it on the bureau.
La Croix hastily dressed and rushed out of the hotel.
He was fearfully excited.
Reaching the street, he called a cab, doubled the driver's fare and was driven furiously to the railroad depot.
Here he caught a departing train.
Meantime, the Bradys imagined they had Clara La Croix with the package of diamonds in her possession.
Harry placed his hand on the girl smuggler's arm.
"I hate to do it, Miss," said he, half apologetically, "but you are my prisoner."