Maybe he'd talk."
"More likely he'd pull a gun," cautioned another. "Excuse ME."
Kennedy said nothing, evidently content to let the newspaper men
go their own sweet way.
He nodded to them, and pressed the buzzer at the Mendoza door.
"Tell Senorita Mendoza that it is Professor Kennedy," he said to
Juanita, who opened the door, keeping it on the chain, to be sure
it was no unwelcome intruder.
Evidently she had had orders to admit us, for a second later we
found ourselves again in the little reception room.
We sat down, and I saw that Craig's attention had at once been
fixed on something. I listened intently, too. On the other side of
the heavy portieres that cut us off from the living room I could
distinguish low voices. It was de Moche and Inez.
Whatever the ethics of it, we could not help listening. Besides
there was more at stake than ethics.
Evidently the young man was urging her to do something that she
did not agree with.
"No," we heard her say finally, in a quiet tone, "I cannot believe
it, Alfonso. Mr. Whitney is Mr. Lockwood's associate now. My
father and Mr. Lockwood approved of him. Why should I do
otherwise?"
De Moche was talking earnestly but in a very muffled voice.
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