Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-04-22

wore gathered there Tor U hetSui P1A'y-
Kennedy and Jameson joined them In par,
taking OF this strange Indian dsa:. .nu
Kennedy put a sudden question to tne
sonora about the time Guerrero left her
and she told him at 10 o'clock. Then he
went to Guerrcros apartment ana asHeS
his daughter to let him look through
Guerrero's desk.
"OR some. moments Kennedy
- rummaged through the draw
ers and pigeonholes silently.
where does the junta keep
it's arms stored-not in the meeting
place on South street, does it,: asked
Kennedy at length.
Not exactly; that would be little
too risky she replied. Il beieSe
they have a loft above the ONCE hireo
in some one else's name and not con-
nected with the place downstairs at
all. My father and Senior Torreon are
the only ones who have the keys.
Why do you ask?
II ask" replied Craig, because l
was wondering whether there might
not be something that would take
him down to South street last night.
1t is the only place can think OF ms
going to at such late hour, unless
he has gone out of town. II we DO
not hear from Torreon soon think
will try what I can find down there.
All, what is this
Kennedy drew forth a little siiver
box and opened II. Inside reposeo
dozen mescal buttons.
We both looked quickly at MISS
Guerrero, but it was quite evident
that she was unacQuainted with them.
needy had found when the telephone
rang and the maid announced that
Miss Guerrero was wanted by Senior
Torreon.
\ smile OF qualification fitted over
Kennedy's face as he leaned over to
me and whispered: 1T is evident that
Torreon is anxious to clear himsen;
I'll wager he has done some rapid
hus,ling since we left him.
Perhaps this Is some word about about
Guerrero as she nervously hurried to
the telephone and answered Yes
this is Senorita Guerrero, Senior Tor
reon. You are at the office OF the
junta-you went down there tonight
expecting some guns to be delivered.
and YOU found him there-upstairs in
the loft-il,, did you say?-uncon-
In an instant her face was drawn
and pale, and the receiver fell clat-
tering to the hardwood moor from ner
nerveless fingers.
"He is dead" she gasped as she
swayed backward. and I caught her.
with Kennedy's help I carried her.
limp and unconscious. across the room
and placed her in deep armchair.
stood at her side. but for the moment
could only look on helplessly. blank
Iy, at the now stony beauty OF her
face.
"Some water. Juanita. quick" I
cried as soon as had recovered from
the shock Have you any smelling
salts or anything of that sort? Per-
haps YOU can find little brandy.
Hurry
Portable the telephone continued to
tinkle.
"This is Kennedy" I heard Craig
say. as Juanita came hurrytng IN
with water. smelling salts and bran
dy. you fool. She tainted. Why
What's that address on South street?
You found him over the junta meet
ing place in loft? Yes. under
stand. What were you doing down
there? You went down expecting a
shipment of arms and saw a light
overhead-I see-and, suspecting some
thing, you entered with a police
man. You heard him move across the
floor above and fall heavily. All
right. Some one will be down al,
everything. you say? No heart &C
ton, no breathing? Sure. Very well.
Let the body remain just where it is
until I get down. oh, wait. How
long ago did it happen? Fifteen min
Such restoratives as we had found
we applied faithfully. At last we
were rewarded by the first fiutter Of
An eyelid. Then Miss Guerrero gazed
wildly about.
have killed him. know it. My
father is dead" Over and over she
repeated: "He is dead. I shall never
see him again."
vainly I tried to soothe her. What
doub. about it. Torreon must have
gone down directly after we left
Sonora Mendex. He had seen a light
in the loft, had entered with a po-
liceman-as a witness. he had told
Guerrero fall and had sent for the
ambulance How long Guerrero had
been there he did not know. for while
members Of the junta had been COM
ing and going all day in the ONCE
below. none had gone up into the
locked loft.
Kennedy with rare skill Gained
Miss Guerrero's dry-eyed hysteria
into q gentle rain of tears. which re-
lieved her overwrought feelings. We
silently withdrew. leaving the two
women. mistress and servant, weep
"Crais," I asked when we had
gained the street. what do you make
of it? We must lose no time. Ar
rest this Mendoza woman before she
has a chance to escape"
Not so fast. Walter" he caution ed
as we spun along In taIicab. our
case isn't very complete against any
body yet
"Eut it looks black for Guerrero"
I admitted. Dead men tell no tales
even to clear themselves"
ut all depends on speed now" he
answered laconically.
We had reached the university,
which was only a few blocks away.
and Craig dashed into the laboratory
while settled with the driver. He
reappeared almost instantly with
some bulky apparatus under his arm.
and we more than ran from the build
ing to the nearby subway station.
Fortunately there was an express
just pulling in as we tumbled down
the steps.
To one who knows South street
as merely. river-front street whose
glory of other days has long since
departed, where an Anticipated horse
ear now ambles slowly uptown, and
trucks and CARTS all day long are
in a perpetual jam, 1t Is peculiarly
uninteresting by day and peculiarly
deserted and vicious by night. But
there is another fascination about
South street. Perhaps there has
never been q revolution in Latin
America which has not in some way
or other been connected with this
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