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The Silver
Secret
By
BETSY ALLEN
NEW YORK
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dollars.
Connie nodded, without hearing. Her mind had
drifted away from the spectacle to return to Hannah
Devotion Troy. The woman was beginning to
interest her more and more. She wished she had not
been slightly prejudiced by her bizarre appearance,
and had tried to become better acquainted. Certainly
it wouldnt have been difficult. Mrs. Troy seemed
more than ready to talk.
Connie was always intrigued more by people than
things, but Kit proved to be an enthusiastic
sightseer, and hurried her sister from the Bellas
Artes back to the hotel, where they had arranged for
a car to pick them up and take them to the floating
gardens of Xochimilco.
Their driver proved to be highly informed and
articulate, and the twins spent a very interesting
morning, although the term floating gardens was a
misnomer. More correctly, they found themselves
being poled through canals on a gaily decorated
launch, which was constantly bumped and crowded
by similar launches bearing tourists or Mexican
families on Sunday picnics. Flower sellers floated
by in small boats, food and drink vendors abounded,
and Mexican orchestras on other launches played
such universal favorites as Guadalajara and
Jarabe Tapatio for a few pesos.
Connie and Kit arrived back at their hotel just in
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Renshaw.
Hold everything, she wrote. Not entirely sure
of situation here.
Then, still lost in contemplation, she plodded up
the precipitous street toward the Victoria Hotel.
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hand.
Seorita Blair? he asked, grinning.
S, she replied, surprised because he had
obviously recognized her.
The boy handed her the note and she gave him a
peso. He thanked her warmly, then waited.
The message was from Kit, which instantly
explained the bearers recognition. It read, Great
influx of turistas. Victoria full up. Mrs. Troy has
invited us to stay with her, so come directly there.
Goody, said Connie aloud. This change of plan
did not displease her one bit. In the first place she
might have a chance to discover if Ignacio had
anything to do with Moles attack, and in the second
place Mrs. Troy, if properly approached, might be
able to offer some further clues concerning Mr.
Kings business dependability.
The boy looked up at her, still grinning. I take
you, he said in English, to the Casa Olvido.
All right. Connie wasnt in the least reluctant to
have such an escort. He listened patiently to her
Spanish, replied in broken English, and by the time
they had crossed the Zcalo they were good friends,
chattering away in a kind of Esperanto which was
both amusing and practical.
The childs name, Connie discovered, was
Albertito, and he was very desirous of learning to
speak good English so that he could become rich,
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questioning.
S, por favor, Peter told the man, and waved
him away with the empties. Then, over the bare
table, the two young people looked at each other.
Peters expression was worried, Connies inquiring.
It was she who spoke first.
Peter, she asked gently, did Mrs. Troys trip to
New York have anything to do with the silver shop?
Is that why your stepfather paid her expenses?
Slowly, unhappily, but without surprise Peter
shook his head. No, the trip had nothing to do with
business, and it has been bothering me ever since I
saw the check stub showing the withdrawal. Victor
is generous, but I see no reason why he should be
quite that altruistic. Ive been meaning to ask him
right out, but somehow I never seem to get a chance.
Of course it might have been a loan.
The waiter put down fresh limeades, and Connie
sat and stared thoughtfully at the people on the
dance floor until he went away.
How did you hear about it? Peter finally asked.
Through a little boy named Albertito, replied
Connie. The son of Mrs. Troys gardener, Ignacio,
who overheard the transaction and was very much
impressed by Mr. Kings generosity.
Of course he could have misunderstood,
suggested Peter. My stepfather might have
advanced Hannah Troy some money to be charged
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Patio Incident
How long she lay there she could not judge. Once
she heard the outer gate open and closethe little
maid going off to the fiesta, she supposed. At
another time she heard a disturbed bird peep
irritably. Then a door banged gently and a night owl
called; but all these sounds were mere punctuation,
commas and periods and semicolons, to the allprevalent noise of the fiesta, which echoed among
the mountains with increasing insistence as the night
wore on.
Kit turned and tossed, buried her head in her
pillow, threw off the lightweight blanket, became
chilled and pulled it up to her chin again. Finally she
could stand it no longer. Her head was beginning to
feel big and heavy, with the ache increasing in direct
ratio to the fiesta gaiety.
She got up and stumbled around looking for the
aspirin bottle, then remembered that it was in
Connies overnight bag, which of course was across
the court. Still without turning on a lightthe
rockets made this quite unnecessaryKit slipped
into her robe and pattered barefoot over the cool
cobblestones of the patio to the opposite wing of the
house.
Connies door was unlatched, as she expected,
but it took her a few minutes to locate the overnight
case, and then she discovered that the aspirin bottle
had been removed. Feeling her way around the
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Strange?
Kit nodded, already wishing that she hadnt
spoken. There was a mana Mexican, I think
with two burros. He was taking packages out of the
well.
Hannah switched on an electric lantern, frowning.
What are you talking about, child? she asked in
apparent confusion. Have you been walking in your
sleep?
Kit shook her head, vigorously. There was a
man here, just a few minutes ago. Really there was,
Mrs. Troy. And the aviary moved! I saw it. I know I
wasnt sleepwalking. Im positively sure!
Hannah Devotion shook her head and patted Kits
shoulder gently. You must have been dreaming,
she insisted. Because I have been reading in my
room, and I am sure I would have heard anyone
come in, even if I hadnt seen them. My ears are
very sharp.
She put an arm around Kits waist and led her to a
chaise which had been rolled out to the group of
chairs on the far side of the well. Our minds can
play us odd tricks, sometimes, the woman said
soothingly.
Kit felt utterly frustrated and close to tears.
But she started again, then suddenly gave up.
Her headache had come back, and, for the moment,
it was easier to accept Hannahs ministrations than
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home as gifts.
That was a safe statement. Every tourist in Taxco
bought rebozos in the market at some time or other,
but it didnt satisfy Connie. As soon as possible she
excused herself and walked deliberately across the
court to Kits room, which Mrs. Troy would of
course expect if she had confused their identities.
Inside, it was just as Kit had left it. The bed, in
which her sister had tried in vain to sleep, was
rumpled and still unmade. Kits purse was open on
the bureau, and her lipstick, without which no
American girl would attempt a shopping trip, was
lying on a facial tissue.
Connie scanned the room with increasing alarm.
Then she walked to the closet and opened the door.
She knew the clothes with which Kit was traveling,
and not a dress was missing, yet her pajamas and
robe were nowhere to be found!
One thing was clear. Mrs. Troy was lying. But
where was Kit? Had she been kidnaped or
Connies mind stopped short at envisioning any
other possibility, but for the first time since she had
become involved in this mystery she was
frightenednot just plain scared as she had been
last night in the cemetery, but sick and cold with
fear, because Mrs. Troys spurious explanation told
her quite clearly that Kit had disappeared because
she had been mistaken for Connie. Kit, who knew
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Oh, no, it isnt, Connie said sharply. Thats
where you made one big mistake. She looked
Hannah Devotion Troy in the eye.
Oh, dear. Once more the elderly woman started
to wring her hands, and slow tears trickled down her
cheeks. Oh, dear, she kept on saying. Now what
am I going to do?
Youre going to stay right here within Peters
sight until I get back, Connie commanded. And,
she added to Peter over her shoulder, dont worry if
the doctor arrives before I do. I have another errand
to do.
She rounded the aviary at a run and sprinted
through the gate, glad that she had noticed an
American name, George W. Miller, with a
comforting M.D. after it, painted on a small sign
beside a doorway in the Calle de las Delicias. This
street was not far away, but before she reached it,
she was accosted by Mr. Mole, who was hurrying
downhill toward the Casa del Olvido.
I have just been permitted to examine the family
record of Gonzales y
Yes, yes, I know. Connie interrupted without
stopping. I want to talk to you. Come along. Im
going for a doctor. Kits been drugged.
Drugged? repeated Mr. Mole incredulously.
But why?
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Victor King.
Kit, meanwhile, had raised herself to one elbow
and was watching the tense little drama with
interest. But why? she murmured, then hesitated.
Shall I explain? Connie asked.
The policeman, who had disclosed the ingot of
silver, nodded. Mr. King robbed himself to collect
the insurance money, Connie said. He had lost a
great deal, gambling, and his wife refused to pay his
debts. So I suppose he decided to fake the theft. If he
replaced the silver to the workroom in dribbles,
nobody would notice. And if the insurance paid off,
he would have enough cash on hand to settle his
gambling losses. Then his business wouldnt suffer,
and the big deal he was promoting in New York
wouldnt fall through.
She couldnt look at Peter Dawson as she spoke,
because she hated to hurt him. He was such a
thoroughly honest young man, and so interested in
his stepfathers business, that she knew the news
would come as a terrific blow.
It did. He almost reeled from the shock, but
instead of looking at Connie he kept his eyes on his
stepfathers face, and what he saw there confirmed
her story. Guilt could not be covered by Mr. Kings
assumed indignation.
But its fantastic! he was exclaiming. This
child must be out of her mind.
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Once more, Connie and Kit were seated beside
Peter in the convertible. Once more, they were
driving toward Acapulco, but this time the girls were
leaving Taxco for good, continuing their interrupted
vacation trip.
Kit looked a trifle pale, but was otherwise
unharmed by her recent unpleasant experience.
Connie was unusually quiet, because she knew what
Peter was heading toward. He had been entrusted by
the police with the task of breaking the news of
Victor Kings defalcation to his mother.
Understanding her solicitude, Peter tried to ease
her mind. Dont worry, he begged her. Mother
will be shocked, of course, but remember she
already knows about Victors gambling. She hasnt
really trusted him, deep down, for a couple of
years.
After we get settled at the hotel, and after she
gets over it a bit, Id like to come see her, Connie
offered generously.
You bet. Im counting on it, Peter replied
ambiguously. But his eyes were full of affection and
admiration for this pretty girl, who showed so much
courage and cleverness, combined with a sensitivity
he had rarely met.
What about the silversmiths? Kit wanted to
know. They wont be punished, will they?
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not?
Peter looked at her in dawning comprehension
and excitement, until Kit was impelled to caution,
Watch the road!
Connie, he breathed, youre a genius! I cant
think of anything Id rather do.
In that case, Connie said with a sigh of
satisfaction, I think Ill telephone Reid and
Renshaw and explain the whole deal. With you in
the drivers seat I wont be afraid to recommend the
business as a pretty fair risk.
Peter chuckled happily. You couldnt do better
than that?
Connie grinned. I have to be honestand youre
awfully young.
Youth isnt necessarily a liability, Peter teased
her. Just look at you!
Suddenly the air in the mountains above
Acapulco seemed
increasingly fresh and
invigorating. Connie and Kit both smiled, meeting
one anothers eyes. Then Connie wriggled a little, in
pure happiness. I think, she said to her twin, that
the end of our vacation, at least, is going to be pure,
unadulterated fun!
In which I hope youll include me, concluded
Peter.
Period, Connie murmured. Or, as the British
say, full stop.
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