"No. But we have recovered the body. There are certain difficulties in the way. I will explain as we go on. We are very anxious to learn what Señor Bareda's note-book contains that makes it of such overwhelming importance."
Estuban sprang up excitedly. "You have it? It is safe?"
Greg shook his head. "De Socotra has it. We are trying to recover it. But what is in it? You see we are still in the dark as to the motives for the crime."
"Oh, I can tell you that. But who are you, an officer? a detective?"
"No."
"Then how did you come to take an interest in this case?"
Greg told him the whole story as briefly as possible. Estuban's expressive Latin face was a study in intense concern, astonishment, even grim humor at certain aspects of the tale. He only interrupted Greg once.
"But that little girl, who was she?"
"Amèlie de Socotra!"
"Amèlie de Socotra! Impossible! Francisco's daughter!"