Rozeno smiled gently. "Ulnar treasures these things, they were put in his charge a very long time ago. He has been faithful to his trust."
"This is a part of Montezuma's treasure, a part that Cortez did not get. There is as much of it here as 400 men could carry away. Ulnar was one of Montezuma's most trusted sub-chiefs. He brought the treasure here, to keep it for his Chieftan."
Ulnar's wrinkled face broke into a grin. "Me take good care," he said simply. "Me clean, me polish, me save for my Chief."
"Tell me one thing?" he said.
"Gladly, my son."
"Does Johnny Retch know this is here?"
"I suppose so. All who live on our island know about it."
Muscles knotted at the corners of Parker's jaws. He pressed his arms down against his jacket so that he could feel the guns in the pockets. The guns felt good.
"Father Rozeno!" a voice called from a corridor outside the treasure room. "Father Rozeno? Where are you?"