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"I DON'T KNOW WHAT they were up to," said Pete, "but I'll bet my entire allowance for April that it had nothing to do with folk singing."

It was the next morning, and Pete sat on the floor of Headquarters. He scowled fiercely at nothing in particular.

"I won't take your bet," said Jupe. He had the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times open on the desk in front of him. "There's a livestock show at the Coliseum on the twenty-seventh."

Bob sat on a stool near the curtain that separated the office in the trailer from Jupe's crime laboratory. He had been discouraged when he returned from Santa Monica the day before, for he had been able to learn nothing more about the blind man. Now, having heard Pete's story, his spirits were high. He held a world atlas on his lap, and was slowly turning the pages.

"The flag they used at that rehearsal or rally or whatever it was--it isn't the Mexican flag," he reported. "The flag of Mexico is red and white and green. And it isn't the Spanish flag, and it doesn't belong to any of the Central American countries."

"Maybe it isn't the flag of a country at all," said Jupe. "Maybe it's the banner of some organization."

But then Bob said "Aha!" loudly, and Jupe sat up straight.

Bob studied a page in the atlas for a moment, and then looked up. "Mesa d'Oro," he said. "It's a small South American country. There are two flags shown next to the map. One is green with a state seal in the centre and one is blue with a cluster of gold oak leaves. The green one is the official flag of the country; the blue one is the flag of something the atlas calls the Old Republic. There's a note that the blue flag is still used in some remote provinces and by some conservative groups on special holidays."

Bob looked down at the atlas again. "Mesa d'Oro has seaports on the Pacific," he told his friends. "It exports coffee and wool. Barley is grown in the uplands south of the capital, which is a port named Cabo de Razon. Population is three and a half million."

"That's it?" said Pete.

"An atlas doesn't give a lot of information," said Bob. "Just maps and population and stuff like that."

"Very curious!" said Jupiter. "A rally of some sort at which money is collected--possibly money for a small South American country. The leaders of the meeting are furtive; they lie to the highway patrolman when he appears. A huge photograph of the blind beggar is displayed, and the man who is leading the meeting is the same one who reacted with alarm--or at least with strong emotion--when Mrs. Denicola told of a dream in which a blind man appeared and picked up a wallet.

"What were those people really doing last night? Did they have anything to do with the robbery or do we have a separate puzzle here? Certainly they didn't want the police to know the purpose of their gathering."

"They couldn't have been planning any crime," said Bob. "That would be ridiculous. Not with so many people, and not without any security. Pete just walked in and sat down and was accepted."

Jupe frowned and pulled at his lip--a sure sign that he was trying hard to find the answer to a question.

"Maybe the man whose picture I saw last night isn't the same man Bob saw outside the bank," said Pete. "Maybe it's a different blind man."

"That would be too much of a coincidence," said Jupe quickly. "There is the scar, and there is the fact that Mr. Sebastian must have dropped his wallet near Denicola's pier, and the fact that Ernie recognized the description of the blind man when Mrs. Denicola told about her dream. It must be the same man. But what does he have to do with a country called Mesa d'Oro? And does he have anything at all to do with a bank robbery in Santa Monica?"

"Maybe Ernie is a foreign agent and the blind man is his contact," Pete said. "If Ernie is really a spy, he wouldn't want the highway patrol to know, so he'd pretend to be something else--like a folk singer."

"You watch television too much," said Bob. "In real life, people don't act like that."

"I think that in real life people behave in ways that are even more fantastic," said Jupe. "But we don't know enough yet about Ernie--or anyone--to understand what's going on in this case. Fortunately, Pete's adventure last night gives us some new leads to investigate. Mesa d'Oro, for one. We've got to keep digging until we find something that will clear Mr. Bonestell."

Bob said, "I'm due at my job at the library at ten. I'll look up Mesa d'Oro there and see what I can find out."

"Jupiter!" It was Aunt Mathilda calling from somewhere in the salvage yard. "Jupiter Jones, where are you?"

Pete grinned. "Aunt Mathilda sounds as if she really means it," he said. "She wants you--on the double!"