“Whew! Wouldn’t that rattle your great-aunt’s false teeth!” Bob whistled.
“Or make the dear lady do a Highland Fling,” Jim added. “So, this is where little Ollie took himself after he left the Don’s that night. Guess the United States got kind of hot for him. Wonder if he has discovered platinum?”
“Well, if he has, he’ll never see a flake of it,” Bob remarked soberly. “That Chief, or whatever he is, will get the whole shooting match away from him so quickly it’ll make his head spin.”
“Let’s have some dessert and if Carlos doesn’t show up by the time we’ve finished, we’d better go home. The mail will be in and there will be letters from Dad and your mother.”
“Suits me,” Bob agreed. They motioned to the waiter and ordered a pastry, but before it was half finished, Jim happened to look up.
“Here comes Carlos now. Somebody is with him.” Bob glanced around and then they saw that a man was following Carlos, on rather walking close behind him.
“Senors, I have searched for you,” Carlos called, then he stopped as the man came closer.
“Pardon, senor. You picked up a wallet which was dropped by my friend who was taken ill,” he said very politely.
“Yes, I did pick up some sort of case, but I don’t know about handing it over to a stranger,” Carlos answered good-naturedly.
“My friend was taken ill and is now on the way to the hospital,” the man urged. “I am distressed and would go to him at once.”