"You've hinted at him before
now. If he's a crook, why don't you go grab him? He's in his room."
Norton swung about upon Struve, his eyes suddenly filled with fire.
"Look here, Struve," he retorted, "I've had about a bellyful of
badgering. I'm running my job and it will be just as well for you to
keep your hands off. As for why I don't make an arrest . . . Come on,
Tom. You, too, Julius," his smile coming back. "I'm going to get del
Rio."
"I don't believe . . ." began Struve.
"Seeing is believing," returned Norton lightly. "Come on."
Followed by the two men, Norton went direct to del Rio's room, at the
front of the house, just across the hall from Virginia's office. At
del Rio's quick "_Entra_," he threw open the door and went in. Del
Rio, seated smoking a cigar, looked up with curious eyes which did not
miss the two men following the sheriff.
"You are under arrest for the bank robbery at Packard Springs," said
Norton crisply.
"_Que quiere usted decir_?" demanded the Mexican, to whom the English
words were meaningless.
Norton threw back his vest, showing his star. And while he kept his
eye upon del Rio he said quietly to Cutter:
"Look through his trunk and bags."
Del Rio, understanding quickly enough, sat smoking swiftly, his eyes
narrowing as they clung steadily to Norton's.
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