“I don’t know exactly,” replied Dick slowly. “But he is a shifty-eyed old villain, and can’t look at you. I have learned that a man like that is not to be trusted. I was morally certain he was lying. I don’t know why, but I just seemed to feel it.”
“Well, you figured it out and no mistake. I wouldn’t be surprised now to learn that Hernandez and Martinez are one and the same person.”
“They are!” came a voice from one of the open windows.
The four within the room started suddenly to their feet, and the consul advanced.
“Who and what are you?” he called, with his hand resting on his revolver. “Come out and show yourself.”
There was a sound of someone climbing in the window, and a moment later a man stood before them. Colonel Ashton, Mr. Willing and Dick leaped to their feet with cries of amazement.
The newcomer was Captain Von Blusen.
Dick took a quick stride forward, and his hand grasped the young German by the collar of his coat.
“I’ll guarantee you won’t get away this time,” he said grimly.
“Who are you and what do you want here?” demanded the consul, who had never seen the officer before.