"He
may have put on some masquerade costume just to frighten these
superstitious servants in case he was discovered."
"I believe Ad is right," agreed Donald. "What do you think,
Billie?"
"Maybe, Don; but I have a theory of my own. If I am right, I can
work it better if I tell no one."
At this moment the physician entered the room.
"How is Santiago?" asked Donald.
"Better! He has gone to sleep, and if he is not disturbed, I
expect him to be greatly improved when he awakens. I should not
be surprised if this were the turning point in his illness."
"Then we had all better go down on to the first floor and leave
him alone with his nurses."
"I'd give a good deal to know where Strong is," remarked Donald
as they were drinking their coffee an hour later.
"So would I," declared Billie. "I believe, if we can find him, we
can solve this entire mystery."
"As soon as we finish our coffee," suggested Donald, "let's get
busy and find him. He can't be far."
"That's right," said Adrian. "We'll round him up in short order.
Hey, Billie?"
"We ought to; but I'll tell you what. You fellows go out and see
if you can get a line on him, and I'll hang round the house to
see that the devil doesn't come and steal the rest of the house.
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