He repeated
sullenly the details of the disappearance of Guerrero, just as we
had already heard them.
"And you simply bade him good-bye as you got on a subway train
and that is the last you ever saw of him?" repeated Kennedy.
"Yes," he replied.
"Did he seem to be worried, to have anything on his mind, to act
queerly in any way?" asked Kennedy keenly.
"No," came the monosyllabic reply, and there was just that shade
of hesitation about it that made me wish we had the apparatus we
used in the Bond case for registering association time. Kennedy
noticed it, and purposely dropped the line of inquiry in order
not to excite Torreon's suspicion.
"I understand no word has been received from him at the
headquarters on South Street to-day."
"None," replied Torreon sharply.
"And you have no idea where he could have gone after you left him
last night?"
"No, senor, none."
This answer was given, I thought, with suspicious quickness.
"You do not think that he could be concealed by Senora Mendez,
then?" asked Kennedy quietly.
The little man jumped forward with his eyes flashing. "No," he
hissed, checking this show of feeling as quickly as he could.
"Well, then," observed Kennedy, rising slowly, "I see nothing to
do but to notify the police and have a general alarm sent out.
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