Was
she a spy? Did she know anything about the loss of the
half-million dollars?
Of one thing I was certain. Torreon was an ardent admirer of the
beautiful senora, equally ardent with Guerrero. Was he simply a
jealous suitor, angry at his rival, and now glad that he was out
of the way? Where had Guerrero gone The question was still
unanswered.
Absorbed in these reveries, I did not notice particularly where
Kennedy was hurrying me. In fact, finding no plausible answer to
my speculations and knowing that it was useless to question
Kennedy at this stage of his inquiry, I did not for the moment
care where we went but allowed him to take the lead.
We entered one of the fine apartments on the drive and rode up in
the elevator. A door opened and, with a start, I found myself in
the presence of Miss Guerrero again. The questioning look on her
face recalled the object of our search, and its ill success so
far. Why had Kennedy come back with so little to report?
"Have you heard anything?" she asked eagerly.
"Not directly," replied Kennedy. "But I have a clue, at least. I
believe that Torreon knows where your father is and will let you
know any moment now. It is to his interest to clear himself
before this scandal about the money becomes generally known.
Would you allow me to search through your father's desk?"
For some moments Kennedy rummaged through the drawers and
pigeonholes, silently.
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