Honorario shrugged. "Who knows? But I have heard of no revolution. The governor is popular, and the people are satisfied. But you should know, my friends, that on this island the _comandante_ of our small military is the lieutenant governor. I think we are not dealing here with revolution, but with Señor Jaime Guevara!" "We're stuck," Scotty said. "I suppose we could keep on asking and try to get a line on where the governor's car went, but that's pretty hopeless. Honorario, can we possibly find someone who is loyal to the governor and who knows the island?" Honorario thought it over. "In such a case," he replied, "there is only one way to be sure. It is, you understand, a matter of family. Among San Luzians, the family is first and all else is after. So, I think we should see the nephew of the governor. He is _el capitán_ Ricardo Montoya, who is deputy of police for the western part of the island." Captain Ricardo Montoya was young, capable, and alert. Honorario found him in the police headquarters in central Calor and invited him to join the boys for coffee at a nearby café. Rick looked the officer over as he entered the restaurant, and he liked what he saw. Montoya was built like a middleweight fighter, and his white uniform was spotless. He was lighter in complexion than most San Luzians, but even the wisp of mustache on his upper lip couldn't conceal the firmness of his face. He greeted them courteously, in good English. "_A sus órdenes, señores._ This Honorario says you wish to speak with me?" "We place ourselves in your hands, Señor _Capitán_," Rick said quietly. "Because you are the governor's nephew and a police official, we must assume that you are completely loyal to him." The officer's brilliant dark eyes flashed. "It would be a grave insult to assume otherwise, señor. He is the brother of my father." "Good," Rick said. "No insult was intended. I think we had better tell you the entire story, then we can discuss what must be done." He started at the beginning, with the arrival of Balgos at Spindrift, and ended with the day's events. "You have cast much light on what has happened," the captain stated. "I am grateful. Now, señores, you must not believe I have been idle. I had already discovered how my uncle was kidnaped. It was clear that some military element was involved, but I rejected the idea of revolution. The motive puzzled me. It is puzzling no longer, thanks to you. Also, while I suspected Guevara, there was no proof. My suspicion, you understand, was based on his character." "Have you any idea where the governor was taken?" Scotty asked. "I have now," Montoya said grimly. "The best possibility--and about the only place we have not looked--is Casa Guevara." The boys exchanged glances. "Then we ought to make up a party of loyal people and invade the place," Rick stated. "No. If I know this man Guevara, any such move would mean the death of my uncle, if he still lives. We must find some other way."