"My papairs—for my father—zey are gone!" With a tragic gesture she pointed to the opened valise.
"Was your room this way when you came in?" asked Walter, who rather imagined he was gifted with amateur detective abilities.
"Just like this—yes, Senor Jack."
"Never mind the senor. Just plain Jack will do. And where were the papers?"
"In the valise—in my bed. But they are gone."
There was no doubt of that—also no doubt of the fact that Senor Ramo—the man who was suspected by Inez of being in the plot to keep her father in the political prison—was likewise missing.
"Hum," mused Jack. "It may be merely a coincidence—or it may not."
"I should say it was not!" declared Walter, positively.
"And get into trouble saying it, Wally," remarked Jack. "No, the best thing to do in this case is to keep quiet about it."
"But my papairs!" cried Inez. "My father—in prison. I must get him out."