“Quite true;” replied Don Enrique Arellano, wiping a tear from his eye, “quite true. Then the priests were clad in purple and fine linen; then they received fifteen dollars for every marriage ceremony they performed—now only one; then the many feast days brought them thousands of _centavos_; now they are so few that the increase in the church treasury is hardly perceptible. The people are too much enlightened in the ways of the evil world, and not enough in the ways of the church, or, I would better say, this Government does not teach them submission—there is no head. Each goes his own way; each thinks for himself; hence the priest has lost his power, and I say it must be recovered,” vigorously concluded Mr. Arellano. “Let us drink to the health and wealth of the priests, and to the recovery of your long-lost Mexico,” said Leo Leander, evidently hoping to spring something new on them. The three actors passed into a bar near by, out of sight of the three scientists in the cab. “So much has transpired since we stopped in front of this drug store, it seems to me that it must be night,” said the Governor. “On the other hand,” replied Julio, “the time is only ten minutes later than the moment we arrived here.” “Shall we proceed to the tomb of Marriet Motuble?” asked Señor Guillermo Gonzales, with a smile. “When the two return,” said Julio, “we will get some more information; then we will start.” “You say we will start. Will something prevent us from reaching the place, Julio?” quietly asked the Governor. “We will reach the tomb, but not for several hours yet,” he replied; “and now I must have the motorman return to his seat. We must be prepared to follow wherever they go.” The exquisite notes of a bird close by, went out upon the air. People passing stopped and looked for the bird in every direction. Failing to see it they hurried on. At the first sound the motorman came out of the store carrying a large package, which he handed to Julio, and without a word climbed to his seat on the top of the cab. “That was your secret signal, was it not, Julio, which you told me you had invented?” asked Señor Guillermo Gonzales. “It was, my friend, and it works to perfection. I will explain the principle of it later. See! the trio are coming from the bar,” replied Julio. Once more they were intent in their thoughts and looks upon the three strange people in disguise.