"Thank you. Please lead the way to your garage."
"Certainly, but you will find nothing there but my car."
Lazada led the way to the back of the house and down a flight of stairs to a garage. If the sight of constabulary troopers with ready carbines bothered him, he didn't show it. But Nast, obviously, was worried. He kept casting glances at the boys.
"Better give the colonel that shoulder gun you missed me with earlier tonight," Rick told him. "You might hurt yourself with it."
Colonel Rojas held out his hand. "Give."
Nast did.
In the garage was the limousine. Lazada waved at it. "As I told you, nothing here but my car."
"And a golden skull," Rick said. He opened the trunk and reached in for the box!
Lazada screamed with sudden fear and rage. He leaped for Rick. He met Scotty's fist and sat down, hard.
Colonel Rojas had been sweating profusely. Now, at the sight of the golden skull, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his face, and smiled contentedly. "We'll need a new Assistant Secretary now," he said happily. "And we'll ship Mr. Nast back to America as an undesirable alien. The authorities there will take him into custody."