"I'll go back to my room," he said. "I hope I have not taken up too much of your time."
"Not at all, señor. I shall be pleased to have you come again."
When old Spooner was gone and the door closed, Hagan observed:
"What cemetery did you dig him from, Felipe? Who is he, me boy?"
"A deranged old man, who thinks he has invented something and that it was stolen from him. He expects to recover his rights and become very rich. He has the next room."
"Then it's careful we'd better talk, for he may hear."
"No danger, Señor Hagan, for he is extremely deaf. I am glad you came, for I was tired shouting to make him understand me. What is the good news you bring?"
"Things are moving, Felipe. By my soul, I believe this vengeful being is really keeping his oath to make it warm for Frank Merriwell. When I was here last night I told you that old Gripper Scott had been taken ill and that Warren Hatch was in the hospital from a smash-up that had broken several of his ribs."
"Si, señor."
"Felipe, my eyes have been opened since last night. Alvarez Lazaro dined with Watson Scott the night the latter was taken ill. He talked confidentially with the chauffeur of Warren Hatch a short time before Hatch was smashed up in his automobile."