The situation was too much for the Castilian youth. He looked about him wildly. The sight of Blossom and Ginger McAfee grinning in the background did not tend to reassure him. "You--you drive dees cab!" he stammered. "Sure!" said Greg wickedly. "I'm what they call an owl-driver." "A owl-driver!" "Sure, you know, a fly-by-night." He opened the door of the flivver. "Get in. We can talk quietly here." Señor Henry glanced askance at the overalls. "Thank you, I stand. My taxi waits. I bring you dees note." "Ah, from Miss Wilmot!" said Greg with a gleaming eye. He wiped his hands preparatory to taking it. The other young man marked the gleam and stiffened. These two were bound to strike sparks from each other on sight. "Miss Wilmot--I do not understand," he said haughtily. "Oh, I suppose you call her Señorita de Socotra," said Greg carelessly. "But she prefers to be known by the other name now." "Is it so?" queried Señor Saunders icily. "Did she tell you that?" "She did," said Greg giving him stare for stare. Meanwhile he opened his note. There were but four lines. "I have told Henry everything. He is anxious to help. I hope you're satisfied. F. has not got what we want with him. If I detain him here until after lunch, could you have his room at the hotel searched? "A. Wilmot." Meanwhile the dark-skinned youth had been studying the fair one. "'Ave I not seen you before?" he asked. "In the bar at the Meriden," said Greg. "Ah, was that you? Then this is a disguise?" "If you like." "You follow me into that bar?" "Yes. I was trying to get into touch with Miss Wilmot." "Ah! You think this quite the fair thing?" "What do you mean?" "She is so young, so inexperience'----!" "Do you mean that I'm taking advantage of her?" Señor Saunders shrugged. He had command of a most expressive shrug. "Well, I won't discuss that with you now," said Greg coolly. "More important things to think about. Miss Wilmot says here that you are willing to help us." The other bowed. "Willing to help her," he amended. Greg ignored it. He was only anxious to get rid of the man so that he could get to the task that Amy had laid upon him. "Can you tell me the situation in Managuay that has resulted in this crime?" "I don' know much about Managuayan affairs," was the languid reply. "I am more in Paris and London." "I see," said Greg. "But what do you think induced de Socotra to kill Antonio Bareda." "It is incredible!" said Señor Henry. "There is somewhere a mistake. Why, the de Socotras are the oldest family in Managuay. Señor Francisco is a man of the world like myself." "That may be," said Greg dryly, "but he did it just the same, or had it done." "Should that be so," said the other, "it is not fitting that the Señorita undertake the duties of a police officer. I do not approve of it." "Oh, don't you!" thought Greg. "Hereafter I will act for her in taking whatever measures may be necessary."