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The only available federal general of high rank, who had any experience in commanding large forces in the field, was Victoriano Huerta. President Madero, in his extremity, called upon Huerta to reorganize the badly disordered forces at Torreon, and to take the field against Orozco, "cost what it may." This was toward the end of March, 1912.
The questioning look on her face recalled the object of our search, and its ill success so far. Why had Kennedy come back with so little to report? "Have you heard anything?" she asked eagerly. "Not directly," replied Kennedy. "But I have a clue, at least. I believe that Torreon knows where your father is and will let you know any moment now.
It was just a case of too strong a hold of the mescal the artificial paradise was too alluring to Guerrero, and Torreon knew it and tried to profit by it to the extent of half a million dollars." It was more than I could grasp at the instant. The impossible had happened. I had seen the dead literally brought back to life and the secret which the criminal believed buried wrung from the grave.
Idaho says he has a wife in Torreon, but that he has not lived with her for two years; they did not get along well together, it seems. This is the first violent death I have ever seen, and it astonishes me to note how unimportant it seems. How little anybody cares after all.
His lips moved trembling again, but I could not make out that he said anything. Kennedy rose and quietly went over to detach his apparatus from the electric light socket behind Torreon. "Car-ramba!" I heard as I turned suddenly. Craig had Torreon firmly pinioned from behind by both arms. The policeman quickly interposed. "It's all right, officer," exclaimed Craig.
The playing ceased, and all eyes were fixed on us. Kennedy kept very close to Torreon, apparently for the purpose of frustrating any attempt at a whispered conversation with the senora. The guests rose and with courtly politeness bowed as Senora Mendez presented two friends of Senor Torreon, Senor Kennedy and Senor Jameson.
"What time did Senor Guerrero leave last night?" The question came so suddenly that she had no time to think of a reply that would conceal anything she might otherwise have wished to conceal. "About ten o'clock," she answered, then instantly was on her guard, for Torreon had caught her eye. "And you have no idea where he went?" asked Kennedy. "None, unless he went home," she replied guardedly.
These had to repair the railroad as they went. Torreon was being held by about one thousand Federal soldiers. Villa was well informed of these movements, and also of the fact that, in their anxiety to take Durango, a Federal force of about 800 men, under General Alvirez, was to leave Torreon before the arrival of the Saltillo and Zacatecas columns.
What had we gained by our visit? Looking calmly at it, I could not help but ask myself why both Torreon and Senora Mendez had acted as if they were concealing something about the whereabouts of Guerrero. Was she a spy? Did she know anything about the loss of the half-million dollars? Of one thing I was certain. Torreon was an ardent admirer of the beautiful senora, equally ardent with Guerrero.
"Only what I have learned from Senor Torreon, another member of the junta. Senor Torreon said this morning that he left the home of Senora Mendez last night about ten o'clock in company with my father. He says they parted at the subway, as they lived on different branches of the road.
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