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jerked and skittered in the slipstream, and then suddenly blossomed out. They were small green parachutes, and they settled down toward the ground, swaying dignifiedly, while soldiers ran and shouted under them, trying to plot their course.

The plane bored upward into the air in tight spirals.

"Your scarf!" Captain Perona begged. "Give me your scarf, please!"

Janet pulled it from her neck. "But why--"

Captain Perona jumped up on the parapet and balanced there, waving the scarf in wild circles around his head.

"He can't see you," Janet said.

"But, yes! He knows I am here! He will be looking!"

The plane suddenly flattened out. The stubby wings waggled up and down, reflecting the sun in dazzling streaks.

Captain Perona waltzed precariously on the parapet. "You see? That Enrique! He has eyes like a hawk!"

Janet caught one booted leg. "Come down off that parapet! You'll fall!"

Captain Perona landed beside her breathlessly. "He saw me! Watch, now! Look!"

The plane rolled over with a sort of deadly precision and then dove straight down at them. The power was full on, and the sound deepened and bellowed until it was like a giant drum in Janet's head. The plane came down and down like an enormous bullet, and Janet could feel her knees trembling with the vibration, and then it flipped up and away, and its black shadow touched them and was gone.

Captain Perona laughed gleefully. "That Enrique! He tried to scare us!"

"He--he did?" Janet asked, swallowing.

Captain Perona grinned. "Enrique is the best pilot in Mexico. Watch him!"

The plane found altitude incredibly fast, and now it came slanting down again, sideslipping. It went past the roof so close that Janet thought she could have reached up and touched it. It was canted over at an impossible angle, and she caught one flashing glimpse of the opened, bonnet-like glassine that covered the cockpit. The pilot was leaning out, pointing with one stiff, black-clad arm.

"Yes!" Captain Perona shouted, making wildly affirmative gestures with his arms and head. "Stand up on the parapet, senorita!"

"Wh--what?" said Janet.

"Quick! So he can see you more plainly!"

Before Janet could move, he caught her around the waist with both hands and swung her up on the parapet. Janet opened her mouth to shout, and then the plane was back again, going much faster now, but closer and lower. She swayed dizzily in the tempest of its passage, and she had an eye-wink sight of the pilot's sinisterly helmeted head peering at her.

Captain Perona swung her down off the parapet again. "Now watch!"

The plane flipped over and roared at them, and as it went by Janet saw the pilot's arms sticking up straight out of the cockpit. He was shaking hands with himself like the victor in a prizefight.

Captain Perona laughed. "That Enrique! He is congratulating me!"

"What for?" Janet asked dizzily.

"Because he agrees with what I said about you."

"What you said... When did you tell him anything about me?"

"Over the military wireless--before he started on this trip."

The plane engine growled ominously.

Janet cringed. "Please tell him to go away!"

"He is going now. See?"

The plane came over the roof, much higher, and then scooted down over the soldiers on the far side of the canyon and waggled its wings at the heliograph. It climbed very rapidly and changed back into a black dot and disappeared over the mountain.

"He would have shown us more tricks," Captain Perona said, "only he is very busy now, and that is one of our newest pursuit ships, and he is not supposed to stunt needlessly with it. Here is your scarf, senorita. Thank you."

"What did you tell him about me?" Janet asked suspiciously, taking the scarf.

"I told him that you were very pretty and very silly."

"Silly!" Janet echoed.

"Oh, that is nothing personal, and besides he would know you were even if I had not told him."

"Well, why would he?"

"He knows all about young ladies from the United States, because be went to school there."

"Where?" Janet demanded. "What school?"

"A place called Harvard. It was very unfortunate, but we could do nothing about it,"

"Unfortunate?" Janet repeated. "Why?"

"He is the third son, you see, and we could not afford to give him a good education."

"Good... Why, Harvard is one of the finest universities in the United States!"

"As you say--in the United States."

Janet glared at him. "Well, where did you go to school?"

"I was very lucky. My family could afford to give me the best education. I studied in Mexico and Spain and Peru at the finest universities in the world. I know a great deal about everything, which is why I found your pretensions to learning so ridiculous."

"Oh, you did, did you? I'll have you know that the school system in the United States is the best there is anywhere!"

"You are mistaken."

"I am not!"

"Then why are there so many stupid people in the United States?"

"Why are there so many stupid people here?"

"Where?" asked Captain Perona politely.

"Very--near--here!"

"You are referring to me, no doubt?" said Captain Perona.

"Yes!"

"You think I am stupid?"

"Yes!"

"You see? Now you are being silly. You do not have the capability to appreciate true learning. And it was silly of you to tell me that falsehood about your being a professor."

"Now you look here!" said Janet. "Now you just look here! I studied nights and weekends and summers and all the rest of the time, and I have an A.B. and a M.A., and I have qualified for an associate professorship in two different colleges!"

"In what field?" Captain Perona inquired.

"Romance languages!"

Captain Perona raised his eyebrows. "Romance?"

"And it's not what you think, either!"

"I trust not. Have you anything more to say to me at this time, senorita?"

"You just bet I have!"

"Then do you mind if I sit down, please, while I give you my full attention? I am very tired."

"Oh," said Janet. "Haven't you had any sleep?"

"None," Captain Perona admitted ruefully. "I was sitting up all the night waiting for Senorita Tracy to regain consciousness, and then at dawn I started the searching parties and laid out territories and areas for each of them to cover."

"How is Miss Tracy?" Janet asked.

"She is all right now. She can leave the hospital this evening. The blow was painful but not serious."

"And Mr. Lepicik?"

"When I last saw him, he was sleeping on my bed. He looked as though he were enjoying himself thoroughly."

"I feel so sorry for him," Janet said. "That terrible tragedy..."

"Save your sympathy for Greg," Captain Perona advised. "I think he will need it."

"Have you found him yet?"

"No."

"What did Miss Tracy tell you about him?"

"It was as Timpkins suggested. She did not think my warning applied to her, and besides she is very sure of her ability to take care of herself. She went to her house to get some bedding and some clothes after dark last night. On her way back she saw Greg near the back of the hospital, and she spoke to him in the bold way she has. He struck her with a stone he was carrying."

"But why?"

"He was waiting to sneak in the hospital, then, I think. So he could find and kill Maria before she could give evidence that he was the one who had murdered Patricia Van Osdel and attacked Maria."

"Have you found Bautiste Bonofile?"

"No!" said Captain Perona. He made an angrily frustrated gesture. "And it is a thing that is not possible! Look, senorita. One can see the whole of this small town from this roof. Every house in it. And there is no way that either Bautiste Bonofile or Greg could get out of town. All exits and trails are guarded. And my men can see the whole of the country for many miles around from a number of sentry posts near here. We have searched everywhere thoroughly, and now we are searching a second time. Greg and Bautiste Bonofile are not here, and yet they could not be anywhere else!"

Doan cleared his throat. He was standing on the stairway with his head and shoulders protruding up through the trapdoor. He smiled at them benignly and said:

"Sorry to interrupt, but I wondered if I could send a wireless message through your soldier setup."

"You could not," said Captain Perona definitely. "I have already sent a message to your agency, telling them that you are safe--at the moment."

"Oh now, be reasonable," Doan requested. "I'm not trying to sneak out any information or anything you wouldn't want me to send. I just want to reassure my wife and kids."

Janet looked surprised. "I didn't know you were married."

"Sure. Didn't I tell you? I've got three kids. Little girls. Cute as bugs' ears. They'll be worried about me if they don't get a personal message, and so will my wife. See, I send the kids a telegram every couple of days when I'm away from home. It goes on my agency expense account, of course. But they'll know that if I don't send them a message after this earthquake it's because I'm not able to do it, and they'll imagine I'm at death's door or something. Please, Captain. The seven-year-old is sick with the measles, and the whole joint is quarantined, and they're pretty lonesome."

"Oh, let him!" Janet begged.

Captain Perona stared narrowly at Doan. "What kind of a message do you want to send?"

"Just dopey stuff that kids like. How Papa and Carstairs are okay and thinking of them and loving them. I mean, your man will see that it's addressed to the kids."

"Well..." said Captain Perona doubtfully. "All right."

Doan looked embarrassed. "Well, would it be okay if I sent it in pig-Latin?"

"What?" said Captain Perona. "Pigs?"

Janet said: "It's a sort of a schoolchild language. Switching the syllables of words around."

"For the kids," Doan explained. "They dote on that stuff. I always send them telegrams that way. Anybody can read it, of course, but they think it's a code all for them, and they get a big kick out of it."

"You give me your word you will not give them any information about the murders here or about Bautiste Bonofile?"

"Absolutely," said Doan. "I promise."

Captain Perona took a notebook from his pocket, scribbled on a page, and tore it out. "Here. The transmitting set is at headquarters. Give this to the sergeant in charge. He will send your message--if it is addressed to your children."

"Thanks a lot," said Doan. He kicked backwards. "Get off the ladder, Carstairs. Go on. Back down, you big goop." His head disappeared through the trapdoor.

"I think he's nice," Janet said.

"I wish I thought so," Captain Perona stated gloomily. "I really think Eldridge' s death was accidental, and I do not believe Doan could possibly be concerned in the murders of Patricia Van Osdel and Maria, and I am sure that I know more about this affair than he can know. But still he worries me. I wish he were anywhere but here. He is too quick and too clever and too experienced, and this whole thing can be very bad for me unless it is cleared up at once."

"Why?" Janet asked. "It isn't your fault."

Captain Perona spoke slowly: "It is like this. Major Nacio is in charge of the search for Bautiste Bonofile. I am his second-in-command. I am not under the authority of Colonel Callao, although I must defer to him to a certain extent because of his rank. He is merely the district officer here. Major Nacio and his troops are specialists in anti-espionage--in work against subversive elements and spies as well as bandits. I asked to serve with them. It is an honor."

"Of course," said Janet.

"When we trailed the man Doan shot--Garcia--to Los Altos, then we knew that Bautiste Bonofile must be here somewhere close, because we knew that Bautiste Bonofile had some contact with Garcia, although we did not--and do not now--know what it was. Then Major Nacio's plan was put into effect. Every exit and entrance was watched day and night. Lepicik got through as he did only because of the excitement caused by the pursuit of Garcia. He would have been reported very soon if he had not reported himself. We watched Garcia continuously--to see whom he

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