The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler Part 36
He made a package of the diamonds.
Harry then turned his attention to Clara who was weeping bitterly and said to her in low tones:
"There's no use playing the baby act. We've got your father, mother and the four spies. You and the diamonds are the last of the bunch."
"But I don't want to go to prison," she sobbed.
"I can't help that. You've broken the law and now you have got to take the consequence of your evildoing."
"Can't you let me go?"
"No."
"I'll give you all those diamonds if you do."
"My dear girl, I'm going to take them anyway."
"But I mean for keeps. They're worth $250,000."
"I wouldn't let you go for ten times that amount."
"Very well," she replied, despairingly, "take me."
"If you'll go along peacefully I won't handcuff you and I'll take you in a cab so people won't be staring."
"You are very kind. I'll do anything you ask."
Harry took the diamonds from Mr. Decker and ranging himself alongside of the girl he led her down to the street.
A cab was procured and they drove away.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CONCLUSION.
After Andrew Gibson rushed from the room in the Astor House, Old King Brady walked over to Paul La Croix and asked him:
"Were you going to sell him your diamonds?"
"Yes, sair," admitted the terrified prisoner, "but, by gar, I deed not know zat he was wong Custom House inspectair."
"Well, that's exactly what he was."
"Hark! What eez zat?"
"Gibson in the hall, yelling b.l.o.o.d.y murder."
"Ze man ees crazy!"
Old King Brady was puzzled by the defeated inspector's actions. But he soon was destined to learn what the man meant by it.
His yells brought up a policeman at the head of a crowd.
"What's the fuss about?" demanded the patrolman.
"See this badge?" demanded Gibson.
"Yes. You're a Custom House officer."
"That's what I am. I'm after a smuggler."
"Well, what of it?"
"He's in that room. Just as I was going to arrest him a friend of his rushed in, armed with a gun and gave me a punch in the eye."
"I see he did."
"Well, I want you to arrest that fellow, so I can take in the smuggler."
"Very well. Come and point him out to me."
Gibson rushed to the door and flung it open.
Striking a dramatic att.i.tude and pointing at Old King Brady, he shouted in ferocious tones:
"There stands the man. Arrest him!"
Old King Brady was astonished to hear this, and bristling up with just indignation, he demanded:
"Of what does this man accuse me?"
"Interfering with an officer in the discharge of his duty."
Instantly comprehending Gibson's game, the old detective burst out laughing, and finally asked:
"How did I interfere with him?"
"He was arresting yonder man, he says."
"Lock him up, officer!" shouted the inspector. "Lock him up!"
The policeman took a firmer grip on his club and made a rush at Old King Brady, whom he grasped by the collar.
"You're my prisoner!" he exclaimed. "If you resist, I'll club you!"