They crossed over to the doors and tried the first one. It was locked. They tried the second and it opened into another closet.
"Three times and out," laughed Donald as he took hold of the knob of the last door.
It yielded to his touch and he opened it gently. Then he quickly and quietly closed it.
"What's up?" asked the lieutenant.
Donald put his fingers to his lips.
"How many?" queried Lieut. Grimes.
"Three," was the whispered response. "Let's hear what they have to say."
He opened the door a crack, through which they could see three men seated at a table. One wore the uniform of a Mexican officer, the other was dressed in Mexican costume, while the third was unquestionably an American, although they could only see his back.
"I have carried out my part of the agreement," the American was saying, "and now I want my money."
"How do we know you have?" asked the officer.