The surprising girl's eyes flashed at him. "I will not have it!" she cried. "That is stupid!"
"But—but you said you wanted him brought to justice," stammered Greg.
"Would you expect me to go on the witness stand and swear his life away—with mamma listening there? Here in a strange country!"
"But you said—you were an American."
"So I am—in spirit. But I have lived all my life in Managuay. Give me time."
"But we cannot let him go free. That would be making ourselves accessory to the crime."
She looked at him strangely. "I shall not let him go free. I am thinking how to punish him. I shall punish him in a way that even you will admit is sufficient."
A dreadful fear made Greg's eyes widen.
She apprehended it without his speaking. "Oh, I shall not kill him myself," she said. "I suspect I am too much American for that."
She went on presently: "I have a feeling that the murder of my uncle is only the first act in a whole drama of crime that Francisco is planning. We must prevent it! If I only knew what was in that little book! You have had no answer to your cable to Estuban?"