"Should that be so," said the other, "it is not fitting that the Señorita undertake the duties of a police officer. I do not approve of it."
"Oh, don't you!" thought Greg.
"Hereafter I will act for her in taking whatever measures may be necessary."
"That will be nice," said Greg ironically. "You will excuse me now, I am sure. I have an important job on this morning. Have to get a hustle on. You said your taxi was waiting. You and I can have a nice long talk some other time."
So saying, he wafted Señor Saunders towards the yard gate. The latter presently found himself out on the sidewalk, a little dazed and wholly disapproving.
Meanwhile Greg rushed up-stairs to dress. As soon as he was ready Hickey took him to the Hotel des Estados Unidos. Greg registered there. He had on his previous visited noted that de Socotra, or Bareda as he called himself here, occupied room 318, and he wished to obtain a room as near to that as possible. He supposed that 318 would be on the third floor.
"Not too high up," he said, as the clerk turned to choose him a room, "say, the third floor."
"Very good, sir. Number 311. Have you any baggage?"
"It will be sent here later."
The clerk looked at him significantly.