“Do you believe that the ancient Inca city exists?” Jack asked.
Father Francisco hesitated and then answered: “There is considerable evidence that this manuscript was based on fact. The city herein described might be such a one as Cuzco, the ancient capital of the Incas. The Portuguese’s account of ruins tallies in all respects with those which have come to light in recent years.”
“Strange that the city never has been spotted from the air,” remarked Ken thoughtfully.
“Planes seldom fly in that area. In any case, the ruins would be well-hidden by centuries of vegetation.”
“You doubt though, that Burton Monahan reached his objective?” Ken persisted.
“If he did, he either lost his life or is being held captive by hostile Indians.” Father Francisco frowned and added as a question: “You noticed the mantilla Lolita wore? The fastening—a gold pin in the form of a fish?”
Ken and Jack admitted that they had failed to note the ornament.
“That pin disturbs me,” the missionary said. “The workmanship is unusually fine. I should judge that the ornament is of Inca or pre-Inca origin.”
“How did the woman get it?” Jack speculated.
“Ah, if I knew the answer to your question, I might know also what became of Burton Monahan. Lolita has worn the pin for many months now, ever since Captain Carter returned here from the unsuccessful expedition.”
“Then you think he gave it to her!” Jack exclaimed. “Perhaps for some service?”
“I would not know,” Father Francisco returned. “It has occurred to me that Captain Carter may have reached the hidden city, or contacted natives who have had access to its treasures. This he has denied. As for Lolita, she has told me repeatedly that she bought the pin at a native market.”
“If Captain Carter reached the ancient Inca city, he must know what became of Burton Monahan,” Jack asserted, lost in thought. “Wait until we see him again!”
“You will not have long to wait, I think,” the missionary predicted with a smile.
At Jack’s look of astonishment, he inclined his head toward the expanse of window overlooking his area. In the distance, a small freighter could be seen plying its way toward the harbor.
“The _Shark_, I believe,” Father Francisco identified the vessel. “Captain Carter should drop anchor within the hour. But I advise that you refrain from questioning him about Lolita’s pin.”