Kennedy laughed. "O'Connor's all right," he replied. "We may need him sorely before we get through. After all, nothing can take the place of the organization the police have built up. You say de Moche is in there yet?"
"Yes. He seemed very anxious to see her. We never get a word out of him. I've been thinking what would happen if we tried to get him mad. Maybe he'd talk."
"More likely he'd pull a gun," cautioned another. "Excuse ME."
Kennedy said nothing, evidently content to let the newspaper men go their own sweet way.
He nodded to them, and pressed the buzzer at the Mendoza door.
"Tell Senorita Mendoza that it is Professor Kennedy," he said to Juanita, who opened the door, keeping it on the chain, to be sure it was no unwelcome intruder.
Evidently she had had orders to admit us, for a second later we found ourselves again in the little reception room.
We sat down, and I saw that Craig's attention had at once been fixed on something. I listened intently, too. On the other side of the heavy portieres that cut us off from the living room I could distinguish low voices. It was de Moche and Inez.
Whatever the ethics of it, we could not help listening. Besides there was more at stake than ethics.
Evidently the young man was urging her to do something that she did not agree with.