The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler; Or, Working for the Custom House — John Shaqi
The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler; Or, Working for the Custom HouseDoughty, Francis Worcester
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The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler; Or, Working for the Custom House
Doughty, Francis Worcester
American fiction; Dime novels; Mystery and detective stories
"Well, ain't they valuable?"
"Of course. But they are of the least consequence in this case. We don't
know where the diamonds are, and both La Croix and his daughter are yet at
large."
"Oh, we'll find them before long. As for the diamonds, why, La Croix can't
offer them to any big dealer in this city, Boston, Philadelphia, or
Chicago, but what we will be informed of the fact."
"He hasn't made any effort to dispose of them yet, then."
"No. We would have heard of it, if he had."
"There are plenty of unscrupulous people who would buy them in small lots,
and thus he'd gradually get rid of the whole lot."
"That ain't La Croix's game. He expects to save $35,000 duty on those
gems, besides about $15,000 profit which he expects to make. He's got to do
his work quick to gain his money. With a stake of $50,000 to work for, he's
going to give us a hard fight."
"Of course. Can't you put the screws on the prisoners?"
"Make them confess?"
"One of the bunch might squeal."
"Perhaps, if we give them the Third Degree."
"Try it. They must know where the Frenchman and his daughter are."
"I shall. It's our only chance to locate the diamonds."
They went home and laid out a plan.
Before the prisoners were brought to court next morning, the Bradys
appeared at the police station and had a talk with the captain.
He fell in with their views and said:
"You are at liberty to pump the prisoners here, if you can."
Accompanied by the doorkeeper, the detectives went back to the cell
occupied by Jean.
The man was nervously pacing to and fro and glanced at the detectives with
an ugly scowl, when they entered.
Pausing before them he demanded:
"Have you come to gloat over my misery?"
"No. We are not so cruel. All we want is some information."
"What about, Old King Brady?"
"The smuggled diamonds."
"And if I refuse?"
"We'll arrest your bride!"
The man turned pale, for the detective had touched his weakest point.
Grasping Old King Brady's arm, he said in appealing tones:
"Don't do that. She is innocent. Why drag her into my trouble?"
"She was with you when the diamonds were smuggled."
"True. But she didn't know anything about it. She didn't have anything to
do with the work. I alone am the guilty party."
"That don't make any difference to us. If you don't make a clean breast of
the matter, I'll pull her in. That settles it!"
The Canadian pondered a few moments.
Then he said with a sigh:
"Well, I may as well tell you La Croix has got them. You'd find it out
anyway, the way you are following up this case."
"Of course I will. And what's more, we know he's got them. But what I want
to know most of all, is, where is La Croix?"
"At the Astor House."
"Under what name?"
"His wife's maiden name: Savoy."
"Does Clara know it?"
"Certainly."
"Are any of the diamonds sold yet?"
"Not that I know. But they will be."
"When?"
"To-day."
"He has found a purchaser for the lot?"
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