"Oh, he was all right, I suppose. He wasn't the sort who would care much for an archaeologist. He cared more for a prospector going off into the hills than he did for me. And I—I admit that I am impossible. Archaeology is my life."
Norton continued to study the prints. "I can hardly believe my eyes," he murmured; then he looked up suddenly. "Does Whitney know about this—or Lockwood?"
Kennedy shook his head negatively.
"Because," pursued Norton, "an added inference to that I spoke of would be that the reason why they are so sure that they will find the treasure is that they are not going on tradition, as they say, but on the fact itself."
"A fair conclusion," agreed Craig.
"I wish the break could have been postponed," continued Norton. "Then I might have been of some service in my relation to Whitney. It's too late for me to be able to help you in that direction now, however."
"There is something you can do, though," said Craig.
"I shall be delighted," hastened Norton. "What is it?"
"You know Senora de Moche and Alfonso?"
"Yes."