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"Bought a couple of hours ago?" asked Old King Brady.
"About that."
"Where are you going to deliver it?"
"At No. 160 Bleecker street."
"That's all."
"Anything wrong about it?"
"No. It's paid for, ain't it?"
"Yes."
"What time are you going to deliver the parcel?"
"Our wagon ought to reach there about five o'clock."
Old King Brady thanked him and they departed, leaving the clerk looking very much mystified over their peculiar actions.
The Bradys went to the Bleecker street address and saw that it was one of a row of old-fas.h.i.+oned brick houses with green blinds.
There was an ornamental iron stoop in front, and a furnished room sign hanging in one of the windows.
"Shall we go in?" asked Harry, hesitatingly.
"No. Wait for the wagon. We can then see who comes to the door. I presume they only have furnished rooms here."
"It's a poor neighborhood."
"So much the better for their purpose, perhaps."
They entered a saloon on the corner and took up a position where they could watch the house over the window screen.
They had not been there long before Harry caught view of two familiar figures coming down the street and called his partner's attention to them.
"Here comes two of La Croix's spies!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, and they are going into the house," muttered Old King Brady.
"That clinches our doubts. He surely must live there."
"No doubt of it. It's a strange servant admitting them. She's a mulatto."
The men disappeared in the house.
An hour pa.s.sed by uneventfully.
Then Sterns' wagon came along and Old King Brady said hastily:
"When that driver rings, we must force our way in."
"Hurry up, then!"
Running across the street they arrived just in time to go up the stoop with the driver, and when he rang, the colored girl answered the bell.
"Mrs. Savoy live here?" demanded the driver, who had a bundle.
"Yes," replied the girl. "Parcel for her?"
"Here it is."
He handed it over and went away.
"Is the lady in?" Old King Brady asked the girl.
"No, sir. But her daughter is."
"We'd like to see her on important business."
"Come inside, if you please."
She ushered them into the parlor and asked:
"What name?"
"The Bradys."
"Wait here, sir."
She left the room and they silently followed her.
Pus.h.i.+ng open the door of the back parlor the girl said:
"Miss Savoy--the Bradys--"
"At your service!" added Harry.
And they strode into the room where Clara La Croix sat.
CHAPTER XIII.
A HUMAN s.h.i.+ELD.
