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There he soon found that the situation was by no means so black as it had been painted General Trucy Aubert, who had been cut off with one of the columns of the army, having cleverly extricated his force from its dangerous predicament so as to bring it safely back to the base at Torreon without undue loss of men or prestige.
In September, he had interposed his force between the Federals at Chihuahua City and Torreon, at a place called Santa Rosalía. Villa and the Federals each had about four thousand men. The Federals from the south were making a determined attempt to retake Durango and had started two columns for Torreon of more than two thousand men each, one west from Saltillo, another north from Zacatecas.
Except for the light he might have been there undiscovered still. Torreon swore he had heard Guerrero fall; the policeman was not quite so positive. Kennedy listened impatiently, then sprang up the stairs, only to call back to the policeman: "Go call me a taxicab at the ferry, an electric cab. Mind, now, not a gasoline-cab electric."
Thenceforth no expense was saved by General Huerta in bringing the army to better fighting efficiency. Heavy reenforcements of regulars, especially of field artillery, were rushed to Torreon from the Capital, and large bodies of volunteers and irregulars were sent after them from all parts of the Republic.
A smile of gratification flitted over Kennedy's face as he leaned over to me and whispered: "It is evident that Torreon is anxious to clear himself. I'll wager he has done some rapid hustling since we left him." "Perhaps this is some word about my father at last," murmured Miss Guerrero as she nervously hurried to the telephone, and answered, "Yes, this is Senorita Guerrero, Senor Torreon.
"None," replied Torreon sharply. "And you have no idea where he could have gone after you left him last night?" "No, senor, none." This answer was given, I thought, with suspicious quickness. "You do not think that he could be concealed by Senora Mendez, then?" asked Kennedy quietly. The little man jumped forward with his eyes flashing.
Out of the tangled mass of verbiage I did manage to extract, however, the impression that, come what might to the other members of the junta, Torreon was determined to clear his own name at any cost. He and the policeman had discovered Senor Guerrero only a short time before, up-stairs. For all he knew, Guerrero had been there some time, perhaps all day, while the others were meeting down-stairs.
"Torreon," he flashed quickly, "what do you suspect about that shipment of half a million silver dollars? Where did it go after it left the wharf?" Torreon kept his composure admirably. An enigma of a smile flitted over his mobile features as he shrugged his shoulders. "Ah," he said simply, "then you have heard that the money is missing? Perhaps Guerrero has not gone to Bridgeport, after all!"
"On condition that I do not notify the police yet will you take us to visit Senora Mendez, and let us learn from her what she knows of this strange case?" Torreon was plainly cornered. He sat for a moment biting his nails nervously and fidgeting in his chair. "It shall be as you wish," he assented at length. "We are to go," continued Kennedy, "merely as friends of yours, you understand?
"No," he hissed, checking this show of feeling as quickly as he could. "Well, then," observed Kennedy, rising slowly, "I see nothing to do but to notify the police and have a general alarm sent out." The fire died in the eyes of Torreon. "Do not do that, Senor," he exclaimed. "Wait at least one day more. Perhaps he will appear.
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