Crawford fumbled with the soft doeskin flap of the wallet, finally managing to rip it out, revealing a piece of faded, yellowed paper. He pulled this out. Unfolded, it formed a triangle, the bottom straight, the other two sides jagged and torn. "Looks like some kind of a map," he said.

"Yes," said Rockland, feebly. "Derrotero. Santa Anna's chests."

"Whose chests? What are you talking about, Otis?"

Rockland's lip drew back over his teeth, more a grimace than a smile. "Don't lie, Crawford," he murmured. "Why else were you so het-up when I got Delcazar's spread? You knew about this derrotero then."

"About what?" said Crawford hotly, clutching him. "How is Del mixed up in this?"

But Rockland's head had fallen back once more; and for a moment Crawford thought he was gone. Suddenly he found himself shaking Rockland in a fever of impatience. "Otis," he cried, "Otis, did Del give you this? Where did you get this map?"

Once more Rockland's eyes opened, but a glaze was on them. "Mexico," he whispered. "Mexico City."

Suddenly Crawford knew. The Delcazars had come from Mexico City originally. And their family papers must have been in the hands of a lawyer there. When Rockland got Delcazar's spread, he had sent his own lawyer down there to make sure there was nothing to obscure his title to the land. Evidently Tarant had found this part of the derrotero among the papers. But this was only a third of it. Where was the rest of it? The light grew brighter. So this was why Rockland had sent for him. He thought that he, Crawford, knew about the map—knew, perhaps, who held the missing pieces. Santa Anna's chests, Rockland had said, Santa Anna's chests. All at once he found himself muttering the words aloud, "Santa Anna's chests—"

As though the words were a magic Sesame, Rockland opened his eyes. Drawing on some hidden reservoir of strength, he pulled himself to a sitting position. "Where's the rest of it, Glenn?" he gasped. "Does Delcazar know? Glenn, Glenn, where's the rest—"

Crawford caught at the man as Rockland sank back. "Otis?"