"First, did you work for this guy Delton?"
A nod.
"Then when he beat it, you stayed here, hey?"
A nod.
"Why?"
"He can't answer that with his head, Kid," Nort broke in.
"I know it, but maybe he can tell us by motions. Hey? Why you no go with Delton?"
The Mexican pointed toward himself, then to the kitchen. His hands simulated the job of peeling potatoes. Then he flung both arms wide, and moved his head in a semi-circle, eyes opened as though he were looking for something.
"So he went when you were in the kitchen, hey, an' didn't say nothin' about it. Well, that sounds logical."
"Kid, for Pete's sake, let's eat!" Bud interrupted. "You did fine—give you a badge as a special detective. All right, Mex, outside. Gee, you certainly are curious, Kid!"