elongs to one of your former tenants."

"It's a woman's dress."

"Yes, it looks like it. Better look up your register and see who had
this room last."

At this moment there was a sound of hurrying footsteps in the corridor
accompanied by a volley of Spanish expletives uttered in a frightened
voice.

"I wonder what's going to happen now," whispered Harry to Bert. "These
people are so full of life it makes me tired to watch them."

The turnkey burst into the room with hands uplifted and eyes bulging. He
spoke a few panting words to General Serano who seized him by the neck
in anger.

"She is gone, fool? How can she be gone unless you let her out?"

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he dropped his hold on the man
and turning to Mr. Wyman, held out Juanita's dress excitedly.

"See, she is gone."

"Who is gone?" asked the consul, calmly.

"She--she in the next cell. This dress is here; the boy's clothes are
gone and some one left this room to-night."

"You mean to infer that the boys contrived the escape of the woman in
the next cell?" asked Mr. Wyman.

"Yes, yes, what other inference is there?"

"But can you explain how they could have communicated with her, how they
could have exchanged clothes and how she could have left this cell?"

"No, no, I cannot explain that, but here is the evidence--here and
there;" and he pointed excitedly to the wall of the next cell.

"The irascible old general seems to be wise on the passage," said Harry,
under his breath.

"How can that be evidence if you cannot explain it, general?" asked the
consul, gravely.

"No, he's not on, after all," whispered Bert.

"They shall explain," said the general, sternly pointing to the boys.

"We're in it again," said Bert. "I wish he wouldn't do that. It makes me
nervous."

The general seemed to be working himself into a fury. He raised his
voice as he delivered what was apparently an ultimatum to the consul.

"No, no, not that," cried Mr. Wyman, in frightened protest.

Without a word in reply General Serano turned on his heel and strode out
of the room.

"What did the angry gentleman say, Mr. Wyman?" asked Harry.

"He said that if you did not explain the disappearance of Miss Juanita
within forty-eight hours you would be taken out into the jail yard and
shot as spies."

"Ah, Miss Juanita, eh. Then they know her," said the genial interpreter
as he slunk from the room. "I must tell General Serano."

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