A little later, having seen to their baggage, and handed their
particular and favorite cameras over to one of the men of the film
company, so that he might give them a thorough overhauling, Blake
and Joe went to call on their Spanish friend.

"Aren't you glad to know he isn't a spy, or anything like that?"
asked Joe of his chum.

"Yes, of course I am, and yet--"

"Still suspicious I see," laughed Joe. "Better drop it."

Blake did not answer.

Inquiry of the hotel clerk gave Blake and Joe the information that
Mr. Alcando was in his room, and, being shown to the apartment by
a bell-boy, Blake knocked on the door.

"Who's there? Wait a moment!" came in rather sharp accents from a
voice the moving picture boys recognized as that of Mr. Alcando.

"It is Blake Stewart and Joe Duncan," said the former lad. "We
have called--"

"I beg your pardon--In one moment I shall be with you--I will
let you in!" exclaimed the Spaniard. The boys could hear him
moving about in his apartment, they could hear the rattle of
papers, and then the door was opened.