Crossed Trails in MexicoMexican Mystery Stories #3
that hidden car."

Jo Ann went on to describe as accurately as possible the location of the gully in which she and Florence had found the car.

"Do you happen to know the license number of their car?"

"Yes." As she gave the number, he jotted it down in a notebook.

"Anything else about the car to distinguish it?"

Jo Ann went on to tell of the battered places in the radiator.

"And now give me a detailed description of the men."

Racking her brain for every item that would be helpful, she described their appearance and clothes, from the braided leather strips about their sombreros to a peculiar squint in the left eye of the taller man.

"Good. You're a close observer, I wish you could find out exactly when they'll leave San Geronimo next week. If you could, I could wire my men across the border. Maybe together we might round up the ringleaders. If I don't get them soon, they'll----" He halted abruptly, but Jo Ann knew instinctively that he had been going to add "get me." That was what he had said over the telephone in the hotel. She must--must get him that information if possible.

"I don't want to mix you girls up in this affair, and if you can't get the information without endangering yourselves, don't do it."

Jo Ann's eyes began to gleam determinedly. "I'll get it. As soon as we find out exactly when the men're starting from the village, I'll get word to you. If I can't come, I'll write you--but where?"

The man took a card from his pocket and after writing on it handed it to her, saying, "Write me in care of general delivery. I had decided to leave in the morning, but now, since you've given me this very valuable information, I'll wait till I hear from you. If you should come back to the city, you'll find me somewhere around this pottery booth in the daytime and near the Plaza at night."

Jo Ann was about to ask some more questions when she caught a glimpse of Miss Prudence and the girls coming down the crowded aisle. "I've got to go this instant," she said and hurried around back of the booth, meeting them in the main aisle.


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