“Of course. Don de Zimmon seems like a mighty fine man. You must have had some wonderful times when you were growing up,” Bob remarked.
“We had some wonderful times, but we did not grow up together. The Don is Peruvian, although he speaks little of his forefathers. He came here with his family when he was a lad in his teens and we attended the same school; also we went off to college and after that we drifted apart. The Don traveled extensively in the Orient, and a few years ago he returned to Cuzco with his wife and children. They are a fine family, splendid citizens,” Senor de Castro explained.
“Tell us about that shark business, Padre,” Carlos insisted.
“You have forgotten that your suits need to be changed,” his father reminded him.
“That’s so,” they had to admit, so they could not press the man for the story, although it sounded mighty thrilling. When they returned, ready for dinner, a cable was handed to Jim, who opened and decoded it quickly.
“We miss you much, but I wish that you would stay until the analysis is made and bring the report with you. I shall feel safer than trusting it to the regular carriers. All well here.
Dad.”
“It will give us pleasure to have you remain,” Carlos chuckled when the message was read to him and his father.
“It will take perhaps two days to get the report and I believe that Senor Austin’s caution is very wise,” the older man declared. Although the Flying Buddies were anxious to get home and the message gave them a deep feeling of disappointment, they kept it to themselves, and grinned as if delighted at the postponement.
“Doubtless you will learn more of the mystery of my sick friend, or your Ollie,” Carlos suggested.