and cracks in the bones. Several fragments were missing. âThese are oldâmaybe a year or more. Look how the grass has grown around them!â
Joe also recalled their fleeting glimpse of Martin. He was a taller man than the skeleton would indicate. Frank turned to their puzzled guide and said, âNot coat man.â
The native looked disappointed and shrugged. Through gestures he indicated that he knew nothing more.
The boys searched for clues. Finding none, they returned to the dugout. Joe took the bow paddle this time and they headed back upriver.
Frank said he felt that the raincoat had been left there as a trick by the person or persons who had kidnapped Martin; also, that the shoe and campfire were part of the scheme.
âYou think heâs still alive?â Joe asked.
âYes, though itâs just a hunch. Spies may be holding him to find out what happened to their missing Micro-Eye film.â
âOr to keep him from telling Dykemanâs men how the film got into his coatâif he even knows that,â Joe ventured.
Chet had a guess. âMaybe they sneaked into his house the way the intruder did at Dadâs travel agency,â Chet suggested.
Frank snapped his fingers. âIf he wanted the names of persons flying to Cayenne, maybe Martin was to be a victim of the luggage thievesâonly they planned to take his coat instead of his suitcase.â
Chet whistled. âThen the suitcases stolen down here may carry spy messages?â
âThatâs rightâbrought in by innocent people.â
âA sudden wind came up and the bright blue skies turned to a smoky leaden hue. The paddlers increased speed and reached the dock at Cayenne just as the clouds opened in a blinding downpour.
The boys and their guide leaped ashore and dashed to a nearby shop for shelter. Torrents of rain drummed on the roof like thunder, and the tall coconut palms swayed and bent in the gale.
âChet, you didnât forecast this cloudburst,â Joe needled.
âHow could I? Tropical storms come up out of nowhere!â Chet defended himself.
In several minutes the squall ceased as suddenly as it had begun. Frank paid their guide, who grinned widely and ambled off. The boys walked back through the town to their hotel, where they dried off and once more changed clothes.
Refreshed, the boys joined Jack at supper in the hotel restaurant. He listened with interest as they recounted their adventure in low tones. When Frank presented his theory on the luggage thefts, the pilot was intrigued.
âItâs possible,â he admitted, frowning, âthat travelers from Bayport and nearby towns unwittingly transmit Micro-Eye secrets. But how are the films or devices put into the suitcases?â
âWeâre not sure yet,â Joe confessed. âSomebody probably sneaks into the personâs home and conceals the information in the baggage.â
âCould be,â said Frank.
âMy conferences today didnât bring me any clues,â Jack told the boys. âBut if youâre right, fellows, this is a job for United States Intelligence. Iâll case Cayenne tomorrow, myself, and try to follow out this new angle. Weâll have to fly back the day after.â
The Hardys reviewed what they must learn: the real identity of Gomez, the meaning of the names in the sea shell, some clue to Northâs tie-in with the Huellas, and the whereabouts of Martin.
âItâll be a tight schedule,â Frank said. âWeâll catch the earliest launch for Baredo tomorrow morning.â
Jack said, âLetâs report to Mr. Dykeman.â
He cabled the intelligence officer, using guarded language. Later, as they again discussed the mystery, Jack expressed concern over the boysâ proposed trip to Baredo.
âBe extremely cautious,â he warned. âDictator Posada has lookouts all over the place.â
At his suggestion the boys signed a
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