CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Rob and Juana were having coffee and pane-cillo. They invited Rita to eat with them, but she was too nervous and wrought up for food.
"Rob," she said, "can you make immediate contact with the American Consul?"
"I suppose," Rob said. "There's a representative here in Acapulco. Why?"
"I have some news for them!" Rita explained that, among Paderosky's papers, there had been a plan for the communist guerrillas to take over the American Embassy in Mexico City.
"You should report that to anybody - to the Mexican officials!"
"I'm afraid, Rob," she sighed. "I - I don't know whom to trust. It would be better, I think, to go directly to the Americans."
"All right," Rob said. "I'll see what i can do."
He finished eating his piece of bread and drinking his coffee. Then he a
