XI
THE SHOE-PRINTS
"I'm afraid we've neglected the Senorita a bit, in our efforts to follow up what clues we have in the case," remarked Kennedy, as we rode uptown again. "She needs all the protection we can give her. I think we'd better drop around there, now that she is pretty likely to be left alone."
Accordingly, instead of going back to the laboratory, we dropped off near the apartment of the Mendozas and walked over from the subway.
As we turned the corner, far down the long block I could see the entrance to the apartment.
"There she is now," I said to Kennedy, catching sight of her familiar figure, clad in sombre black, as she came down the steps. "I wonder where she can be going."
She turned at the foot of the steps and, as chance would have it, started in the opposite direction from us.
"Let us see," answered Kennedy, quickening his pace.
She had not gone very far before a man seemed to spring up from nowhere and meet her. He bowed, and walked along beside her.
"De Moche," recognized Kennedy.