“Why do you think I was in the Shaw house?” asked the other. “Where is the Shaw house?”
“You know where it is, all right,” Jimmie said. “Who was it that let you in? That is what I want to know. An’ who opened the door for you to go out?”
There was no reply, and Jimmie piled on another question:
“Why did Pedro run away from Shaw’s and why did he run away from Chester’s camp when he saw me coming from the jungle?”
The prisoner gave a quick start, and something like a groan came from his lips.
“Is Pedrarias, the man you call Pedro, here on the Isthmus?” he asked.
“Sure he is. Didn’t he report to you after he got here?”
“Living at the Chester camp, you say?”
“He was there this morning, but ran away when he recognized me. I was at the Shaw house in New York on the night of the robbery.”
The prisoner checked a Spanish oath and struggled to rise to his feet, but fell back into his chair because of his bonds.