"It chanced that we appeared on the scene in
time to interrupt a murder plot."
"It is fate!" Don Miguel said, with a frown. "It was to be.
Why, half the police officers in New York might have visited
the suite without seeing anything significant in those letters.
And even if they had found them interesting reading, they would
not have been capable of smashing all our plans. At the beginning
of the world it was set that you were to be there that night! It is fate!"
Don Miguel bowed to the boy and took himself off. The government,
fearing international complications, had ordered his release, and the
boy was glad of it. The boys were all back in New York in two days,
accompanied by Lieutenant Gordon, who was interested in seeing that
Nestor received a suitable reward for what he had done. When the
check finally came from Washington Nestor was so surprised at its
size that he sought the lieutenant, who laughed at him.
"Uncle Sam always pays well," he said, "and he wants a little
more of your time!"
"Wants me?" asked Nestor.
"Well, he asks me to get some keen fellows together and go down
to the Canal Zone and look into a bit of treason."
"And you want me to go?" cried the boy, almost disbelieving his own ears.
"It is just this way," the lieutenant said. "I want some one with
me who can act and act quickly, and who can think on the spur of the
moment. Also some one who will not be suspected of being in the
secret service of the government.
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