Joyce jumped to his feet. "I am sure my father is innocent," he cried, "but I will get him to see you if you like."
"I think it would be better," said Herrick dryly and took up his hat.
"One moment, Señor," said Santiago quietly, "how do we stand?"
"I shall do nothing until I see Corn, and learn if he really killed Carr as you say. In the meantime Joyce can go back to his flat, and you can remain here Don Manuel. You are perfectly safe from the police."
"But you will have us watched?"
"Certainly," said Herrick with a nod, "you see I cannot trust you. Besides I want you to write down all you have told me, and sign it. I have Joyce's confession. I want yours."
"I will do so with pleasure," replied the Mexican after a pause, "I have done nothing against your law."
"Nothing, except try to kill Marsh."
"Oh! you have promised to hold me guiltless of that."
"True enough. You are safe so far as that is concerned. There is honour amongst thieves, Señor Manuel. I have come lately so much into contact with people like you and Joyce, that I feel rather a bad lot myself."