What do you
think of that?"
"I think that our friend, the third man, needs a guide up the
mountain, and is not at all particular how he gets one. The
Mexican seems to be the one he wants."
"He's got his nerve," Frank grinned.
"That is only his pleasant little way," replied Nestor, with
a quiet smile. "He is a very arrogant fellow."
"If that is really the third man," Shaw said, presently, as
the soldiers came up the hill, Scoby and the Mexican being
almost forced along, "we've got 'em bunched. We've got the
three men who were in the Cameron suite that night all in a
heap. Guess you can pick out your man now. I reckon you did
some thinking before you planned this trip to Mexico, Ned."
"Don't forget that the United States secret service men had a
hand in the deal from the beginning," replied Nestor, modestly.
"Within six hours of the time I left the Cameron building I was
talking with Washington. The fact that the Mexican and the night
watchman are also here now is a lucky change, that is all. The trap
was laid for this diplomat. The others could have been found later on."
"Oh, you didn't do a thing, I guess," laughed Shaw as the two turned
up the acclivity, planning to keep some distance in advance of the
party behind. "Say, do you think this third man recognized Scoby
as a person he had seen in the Cameron building? What? That might
be one reason for marching the two off."
"I can't say," Nestor replied, "but the diplomat probably had his
eyes open when he was in that building.
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