"But I'll be there and
jolly well give you the opportunity!"
Senor Juan Cadiz was prompt and so was Enoch. For a long hour the two
sat in the breathless heat of the July night while the Mexican answered
Enoch's terse questions with a flow of dramatic speech, accentuated by
wild gestures. Shortly after eleven-thirty Jonas appeared in the
doorway with two tinkling glasses.
"You are sure as to your facts about this bandit leader?" asked Enoch
in a low voice.
"Of an absolute sureness. If I--"
The Secretary interrupted. "Could you go to Mexico for me, in entire
secrecy?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! If you could but see him and he you! If he could
but know an American of your type, your fairness, your kindness, your
justice! We have been taught to despise and hate Americans, you must
know."
"Who has taught you?"
"Sometimes, I think partly by the Germans who have come among the
people. But why should Germany do so?"
"Why indeed?" returned Enoch, and the two men stared at each other,
deep intelligence in the gaze of each. Jonas tinkled the glasses again
and Senor Cadiz jumped to his feet.
"I know, Senor Jonas!" he laughed. "That is the good night cap, eh!"
Jonas grinned acquiescence, and five minutes later he turned off the
lights in the library.
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