“As Hamlet’s cat,” Carlos added, glancing at Bob. “Padre is a bit anxious about you—and me too—and he wants us to be mighty careful.”
“We will, senor,” Jim assured him.
“It seems that the police have traced the man’s movements, questioned persons who saw him, including the attendants at the fiesta. No one seems to know who was with him when he had refreshments. As I remember that was when you boys overheard his conversation about the platinum.”
“That’s right,” answered Jim.
“In such a case suspicious characters are rounded up and held until their innocence is established. They have several of these men and ask you to come to the detention quarters and see if you can identify any of them.”
“Have you any idea when they picked up those men?” Jim inquired.
“Very early this morning.”
“Then they have the wrong fellows.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I saw the man in an airplane this morning. He was flying very much higher than we were, and looking over the side. I saw him quite plainly, sir.”