He threw the stub of his cigarette into the sea, and took a gold case from his pocket to supply himself with another. “May I offer you one of these?” he said. “They are of my own manufacture. I am in the cigarette business in Buenos Aires.” “No, thank you,” said Hawley. “I prefer a pipe.” He felt in his pocket. “That reminds me; I left my brier in my stateroom. I’ll go and get it. See you again, sir.” The South American smiled and bowed, but as the Camera Chap walked away the smile abruptly left his face, and was replaced by an anxious expression. “We must find out more about that interesting young man,” he mused. “I don’t think he is going to Baracoa to paint landscapes.” When Hawley reached his stateroom he made a disconcerting discovery. The room had been entered since he was there last, and somebody had been through his baggage. He knew that such was the case because certain articles were not as he had left them. Nothing was missing--a close inventory of his effects satisfied him as to that; but the contents of his trunk and his suit case were slightly disarranged. With a frown he stepped out into the corridor, and went in search of the steward. “Didn’t happen to see anybody go in or out of my room during the last two hours, did you?” he inquired. The man looked worried. “No, sir; I--I didn’t actually see anybody--go in or out,” he stammered. “But, now that you speak of it, I saw something that was rather queer.” “What was that?” “As I was passing your door, ten minutes ago, I saw a man fumbling with the lock. It looked to me as if he was just locking the door; but when I stepped up to him he explained that he had made a mistake, and was trying to get in, thinking it was his own room.” “Ah!” Hawley exclaimed. “Do you know who he was?” “Yes, sir; it was the gentleman who occupies the room across the hall from yours--Señor José Lopez.” “The deuce!” muttered Hawley. “No wonder he has such a catlike tread. Evidently he needs it in his business. Begins to look as if he might be one of Portiforo’s spies sent---- By Jove! I’ve got the answer, now, as to where I’ve seen his face. What a chump I am not to have remembered before. It was the absence of his whiskers that fooled me. His appearance is considerably changed without them, but I’m quite sure, now, that he’s the same busybody who was trailing Señora Felix in a taxicab.” CHAPTER VI. A MEETING AFTER DARK. If the Camera Chap had witnessed a meeting which took place that night between Señora Felix and a certain tall, soldierly-looking male passenger, and if he could have overheard their conversation, he would have been greatly amazed and perplexed.