"
Kennedy was right. Indeed, even before we turned again, we found
that the Senora and Alfonso had risen and were making their way
slowly to the elevators, still talking earnestly. The lifts were
around an angle, and before we could place ourselves so that we
could observe them again they were gone.
"I wish there was some way of adding Alfonso's shoe-prints to my
collection," observed Craig. "The marks that I found in the dust
of the sarcophagus in the Museum were those of a man's shoes.
However, I suppose I must wait to get them."
He walked over to the desk and made inquiries about the de Moches
and Whitney. Each had a suite on the eighth floor, though on
opposite sides and at opposite ends of the hall.
"There's no use wasting time trying to conceal our identity now,"
remarked Kennedy finally, drawing a card from his case. "Besides,
we came here to see them, anyhow." He handed the card to the
clerk. "Senora de Moche, please," he said.
The clerk took the card and telephoned up to the de Moche suite. I
must say that it was somewhat to my surprise that the Senora
telephoned down to say that she would receive us in her own
sitting room.
"That's very kind," commented Craig, as I followed him into the
elevator.
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