Scotty swallowed. "If they were local people, that has to mean some kind of well-organized syndicate with members in just about every port!"
Rick nodded. He had seen at once the implications of his idea. "It could mean that."
Scotty sank back into his seat. "But whatever it means, it gives no explanation of why Tony and Shannon were kidnaped."
"We'll find the explanation somehow," Rick said, with more assurance than he felt. He added grimly, "We've got to!"
CHAPTER VI
The Man in the Red Fez
The famous tropical port of Zamboanga lived up to its reputation as an exotic place. As the taxi carried the Spindrifters from the airport past the waterfront area, Rick saw bright-colored sails mixed with the drab steel of cargo ships. There were many Moros, but Christian Filipinos seemed to be in the majority.
The taxi took them to Bayot's Hotel, a rambling, picturesque affair only two stories high, noted for the best food in the Sulu Sea region. The hotel was almost overgrown with orchids and lush tropical creepers.
As the three checked in, Zircon began asking questions of the man at the desk. "You had Dr. Briotti and Dr. Shannon as guests, I believe?"