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THE HIDDEN
VALLEY MYSTERY
BY HELEN WELLS
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CONTENTS
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CHAPTER
PAGE
PASSPORT TO MEXICO
II
HOME BASE
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III
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IV
COUSIN CISSY
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VI
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VII
NEW FRIENDS
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VIII
WARNING
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IX
IN DANGER
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XI
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XII
ANTIGUA CASTLE
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XIII
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XIV
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XV
ESCAPE BY PLANE
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XVI
THE DOUBLE-RABBIT
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XVII
ADIS! GOOD-BYE!
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CHAPTER I
Passport to Mexico
away.
Youre going to leave the United States, Ginny
said soberly.
If youd rather not go, her father said promptly,
you can always return to the university. You didnt
finish
Have to mail Cissys letter now, Dadscuse
us, please.
Vicki frankly fled. She had had a hard enough
time originally to get Professor Barrs permission to
become a flight stewardess. Some hair-raising
adventures had not increased his approval. Ginny,
who had her own battle at school, stanchly fled with
her. They seized hats, coats and overshoes, struggled
into them, shoved Freckles into his leash and
sweater, and raced each other out on the frozen
lawn.
Wait a minute! Vicki panted. Ginny, headed
toward the garage, stopped. Lets see if the
Christmas rose is still there.
They found the single perfect rose still abloom in
the snow. Only this, and the dwarf fir trees banking
The Castle, were green. Beneath the snow slept the
rock garden and the rose-and-peony garden, the fruit
trees and the little wood which led downhill to the
lake. Vicki looked around and tried to realize she
was leaving these dear things for a while. The
Castle, with its miniature tower, and this frosty
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straw.
If you get any free samples of anything, Ginny
begged, send em to me for my collection. And
please buy me some Mexican silver jewelry and a
pair of huaraches and one of those ruffly blouses and
a parrot if you can find a tame one and
Vic isnt going on a vacation, shes going to
work, Professor Barr reminded Ginny. We
mustnt ask her to spend her free time doing errands
for us. Although, Vicki, youll see some interesting
books and magazines down there, and Id
appreciate
Absolutely. Vicki grinned. Mother, you
havent said what you want.
Betty Barr, getting into her hat and coat, replied,
I only want you to take care of yourself and use
good judgment in all things. And write us often,
dear, so we wont worry.
Vicki promised, and the entire family went out to
the car. Professor Barr drove to the railroad station
amid a babel of last-minute reminders.
And dont dislike Cousin Cissy in advance!
As they stood in the wind on the wooden
platform, hearing the train whistle shrill nearer and
closer along the flat prairie land, Vicki shrank into
her heavy coat. From this small town in the snow to
a land of purple volcanoesshe only hoped she
could jump that gap with her understanding as well
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CHAPTER II
Home Base
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convince him.
Unless Cissy Vicki started and then shook
her head at Charmion. All right, Ill calm down and
wait for Dad and Cissys next move. How are Celia
and Dot and Tessa?
The other three tenants of the apartment were out
on flights today. Charmion reported that they hoped
to be back for New Years Eve and its crop of
parties. Vicki wondered where she would be on New
Years Day.
In the middle of the afternoon, a long-distance
telephone call came through for Vicki. It was her
father.
Hello? Vicki? Listen closely! Early this
morning, right after you boarded the train, I saw a
most alarming news item about
about Mexican medical research. Yes, Dad.
I at once wired Miss Benson
Yes, she told me.
And I also wired Cousin Cissy. I now have her
reply. Vicki heard her fathers voice grow puzzled.
Cissy wired back: Yes, we always have amoeba
down here. Be sure Vicki is inoculated.
There was an ominous pause.
Vicki, I will not have you going into the midst of
a possible epidemic.
But there is no epidemic down there! Vicki
cried into the telephone.
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CHAPTER III
Benson had given her lay ready in Der lap. She sat
in one of the single seats, beside a plane window, so
she could study without distraction.
But Vicki was too excited to study just yet. The
girls good-byes and congratulations and laughter
still rang in her mind Here goes the baby of the
class! Write us, Vicki, especially what Cousin
Cissys like. Dont forget youre still one of Mrs.
Duffs girls! Good luck, Vic! Happy landings!
Good-bye, goodbye! It was afternoon now and the
big ship was well on its way, somewhere over
Maryland.
Unconsciously Vicki drew a strand of silky ashblonde hair across her upper lip, mustache fashion.
She stroked it as she daydreamed. Stopping over in
Texas was not half bad. Even though it was to be
only a few hours layover, shed get a taste of a
great state shed never seen before. What was it
Miss Benson had laughingly said to her once? Ive
never seen such a glutton for change as you are,
Vicki Barr!
Its true, I do yearn for new places, Vicki
thought, and for travel and adventure. What sheer
luck that Ive landed a job in the transportation
business! Just hope I do a really good job in Mexico,
so that eventually Federal will send me all around
the world!
But if she was going to turn in that superb
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Cousin Cissy
or ill will.
By now pyramids and rounded mountain peaks
distantly appeared. On those pyramids the Indians
had offered human sacrifices to their gods. They
drove on, stopping for herds of cattle to cross the
road. Finally they entered a park.
Small islands, covered with flowers and slim, tall
cypress trees, floated in a narrow canal. Indian
gardeners, stooping or kneeling, gravely worked on
the islands, cultivating flowers, fruits, and
vegetables. The car followed the winding canal until
they reached a village, and then a large wooden
pavilion. Here they parked, got out, took a picnic
basket from the storage compartment, and followed
Steve as he rented a boat.
It was the most delightful boat Vicki had ever
seen: a roofed gondola with tables and chairs. They
boarded it, and a young man with a pole clambered
on the rear platform and pushed the boat out onto
the tree-lined canal. Dozens of gondolas glided
softly along, in peaceful traffic. Each had a girls
name painted on it: Rosita, Frida, Candelaria,
Dolores. Their occupants sat smiling, visiting, eating
and drinking, and the lovers held hands. Vicki sat
with Dean and her hosts, breathing in the moist
greenery and flowers, listening to water and birds
and murmured voices, sun falling warmly across her
lap.
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for.
While Captain Jordan explained in English that
they could not overload, the passenger agent
wheedled in Spanish.
But these three have paid for their tickets. Just
this one little old lady.
Well, she is little. All right, Tom Jordan gave
in. Vicki translated.
Un momentito, she has a bundle. The bundle
turned out to be a large stalk of bananas, which the
little old woman clutched to her.
Now thats all, the pilot said firmly. Vicki
translated.
But her little daughter wishes to come, too. The
passenger agent waved at an impassive woman of
about forty. Please. Just her little daughter?
I guess we have enough weight spread, Captain
Jordan figured. All right, then, but thats all.
Again Vicki translated.
And this child? This child was a well-dressed
boy of eighteen or so, but he was a brawny six-footthree and weighed proportionately.
Tom Jordan looked at Vicki in desperation.
No ms! she said firmly. Not a single one
more! She made rapid, elaborate explanations and
apologies in Spanish, so that no ones feelings
would be hurt. Back on the plane, she had to admit
to herself that the more colorful characters were
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CHAPTER VI
phrases she could think of. But she saw that the
Indians were desperately poor. Their corn and
chilies were sickly, for you cannot plow a stone
mountain; their livestock was small, wiry, and gaunt
like themselves. Even their pottery, which
apparently was the villages staple in trade with
other Indian villages, was made only of the yellow
clayey earth. Vicki suddenly realized how much of
Mexico was barren mountain or unhealthy jungle,
and would not yield a good living no matter how
hard people worked. So this was why she had seen
only very rich or very poor in Mexico! It dawned on
her why the government, in Mexico City on the
fertile plateaus, was sending tractors and fertilizers
and teachers to these half-forgotten mountain
fastnesses. A bitter, unending struggle with a hard
land had kept the Indians from advancing, kept them
poverty-stricken and primitive. There was not
enough food herewhy, she had no right to accept
their invitation to a feast!
The Indians with typical reserve did not press.
Instead, the leader invited the three visitors to
inspect the church, a simple oblong hut of which
they all seemed very proud.
Dean hesitated on the porch step. Vic, ask if we
may take pictures.
Vicki relayed the question to the leader in
Spanish. He looked at her disapprovingly, but after
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stolid.
Winds changed. Were going to have some
trouble getting out! Ill have to try a full stall takeoff! Dean shouted over the engines whine. This
gorge is so darn narrow!
He drove the plane along the clay ground to the
end of the open space, turned it into the wind and
locked his brakes. Then he gunned his motor till the
little plane shuddered and its tail rose from the
ground. Before Vicki quite knew what was
happening they were in the air. For a moment it
seemed as if they would stall. The brink of the gorge
came closer and closer. Vicki shut her eyes for an
instant. They were going to crash. Dean put the
planes nose down sharply. No, they might manage
to clear the edge of the cliff. Vicki felt the impact as
a tall shrub brushed the plane. Then, miraculously,
they were rising. They had made it!
Was that dangerous? Cissy yelled in Vickis
ear.
Yes.
It certainly was exciting, though!
She did not want to tell Cissy they might have
crashed. Dean circled back over the valley. Vicki
wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and
would not look at Cissy.
They joked in their relief. The flying now was
smooth and easy, safely above the mountaintops.
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New Friends
you.
He strolled over to a phonograph and put on an
ancient American jazz record.
Vicki nodded her thanks. He was being very
agreeable, as was his job. But she wished Mr. Perez
would be just a shade less charming. Still, Latin
elegance was proverbial. And being agreeable to the
guests was part of his job . . .
I wont be around the hotel much, between runs,
or seeing much of the hotel manager, anyway,
Vicki supposed. She yawned, drowsy from the food
and the heat. This is a lazy, languorous sort of
place.
She watched Mr. Perez idly stretched in a terrace
chair, under a palm, smoking a cigarette and sipping
coffee from a demitasse. He certainly fitted in with
this climate.
Captain Jordan telephoned her and the three
arranged to meet for a swim. The narrow, dazzling
white beach blossomed with palm trees and bright
umbrellas, mountains hulking right behind them.
Barefoot boys and girls ran up and down crying their
wares: coconuts, shrimp, milk, chocolate,
pineapples.
Vicki and Dean immediately splashed into the
heavenly blue Pacific. It was calm, heavy water, not
very salty. Vicki, swimming underwater with her
eyes open, saw starfish and a baby octopus asleep on
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imagining things.
Id love a walk, thanks. Heavens, dinner! I
havent changed yet and I see the other guests
already coming out!
Laughing, she started hastily across the terrace
for the plaza, heading back to her room. Julio Perez
switched on lights, so she could find her footing. He
called gaily:
I think well make a good threesome!
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Warning
to avoid him.
It was not too difficult to avoid Perez, for the
hotel manager was in and out of the hotel regularly,
always at the same hours, making two trips a day
down the hill into the village on hotel business. He
usually went at nine-thirty in the morning, to the
bank and the post office, and at six, to dispatch the
accumulated mail and telegrams and cables which
the guests had given him during the day, and
sometimes around the dinner hour at eight. Once or
twice he invited Vicki to drive down with him, on
these fixed trips, but she declined and generally kept
out of his way.
The few times Vicki did meet him, he greeted her
suavely. And yet she was more than ever sure that
Perezs manner was edged with some strange
meaning. Once she caught him looking at her with
narrow-eyed speculation. It was the same cool look
he had given her that time she had said they were
going to return to the Indian village.
In regard to that, disappointing news came from
Juan Arroyo. Dean had a letter from him saying he
could not get away, since his time was limited, and
anyhow the Piper Cub was out of repair. He would
try to fly it over when it was fixed and when he
could.
No word at all came from Cissy about the
proposed return trip. Vicki began to wonder why
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over.
Out in the sunny square, Captain Jordan declared
he could scarcely believe the officials explanation.
Trying to shoot down a planewhy, its
fantastic! Yes, I know, we were shot at, all right. But
if you ask me, it was some crazy idiot. Some local
fool with a bright idea and a shotgun.
Highjacking does sound like the movies, Dean
said.
Suddenly Vicki remembered the snapshots. If
you think highjacking sounds like the movies, she
said, wait till you hear this. She hastily told her
pilots about uncovering the snapshots on Perezs
desk, and what had been said in that troubling
encounter.
Captain Jordan shook his head. I dont suppose
well ever know what thats all about, either.
And I dont suppose Ill ever see my camera
again, Dean added gloomily. It sounds like its
gone for good, doggone it!
The three parted, and Vicki took a taxi up the
mountain to her hotel. All the way up, she kept
thinking about the incident of the snapshots. It was
as strange and inexplicable as the shooting.
Suddenly, despite the heat of the afternoon sun,
Vicki shivered, filled with a sense of foreboding.
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In Danger
a book, a cigarette . . .
Yes, that is lonely, Vicki murmured.
Besides, Im tired of working for a pittance! I
want to see some real money! Then the young man
smiled wearily. For years I have been trying to get
together enough money for a hotel of my own. But
its just one trouble and obstacle after another. For
ten years Ive been trying.
He told Vicki that he had attended an American
college on the West Coast for a year, but could not
afford to continue. You Americans are so rich and
free, he said enviously.
What are you going to do about your
ambitions? she inquired.
He leaned his head back languidly against the
chair. Bide my time. Take whatever opportunities
come along, I suppose.
He shrugged and rose from his chair.
I must go back to my duties. Remember, he
added, Ill expect you to use the hotel car for your
trip to Taxco.
ButbutIll have to consult my pilots.
Theyll probably want to rent a car, Vicki
stammered. But he had already moved away.
Perezs insistence on her taking the hotel car
struck Vicki as odd. In fact, she had not liked this
entire interview, pleasant though it seemed on the
surface. She came away with the distinct impression
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that Perez had confided his life story to her, and had
been charming to her, in order to quiet her distrust of
himif he suspected any distrust.
That evening Captain Jordan announced he had
secured a car, had wired for accommodations at a
hotel in Taxco, and were all set. Did you know
Taxco sits on top of a mountain which is a silver
mine inside?
The big pilot sat in the gaily lighted dance
pavilion and watched the crowd, while Vicki and
Dean danced. Between numbers they brought him a
coconut.
Youre my real chaperon, Capn Tom, Vicki
teased. Youve taken over Cousin Cissys job.
Just getting into practice for when my own
daughter grows up and goes dancing.
Next morning the two pilots drove up to the
Monte Azul in a rented car to collect Vicki. Perez
came out to the courtyard as Vicki was getting into
the car.
Ah, Miss Barr, he said, you should really have
taken the hotel car and saved these gentlemen the
trouble of renting one.
Vicki could hardly avoid making introductions.
Captain Jordan, Mr. Fletcher, this is Mr. Perez, she
said but with no encouragement in her voice.
Julio Perez acknowledged the introductions.
Well, a good trip to you, anyway.
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the hotel car, the one Perez had offered for the
Taxco trip and which Vicki had declined. The driver
was the same cheerful, middle-aged man who had
once assured Vicki that this car could carry her to
heaven. Perez had disappeared into the hotel.
Buenos das, Vicki said to the driver, and
continued in Spanish, How are the brakes today?
He leaned out the car window and grinned. No
hay freno. No hay. There are no brakes. There
simply arent any. All burned out. As if it were the
most natural thing in the world.
Vicki blinked. Then why dont you have new
brake bands put in?
You cant put brakes in this car, and he gave
her a ridiculous explanation.
But driving up and down mountains with no
brakes! Vicki gasped. Youre going to have an
accident someday.
The driver grinned and shrugged. I drive it all
the time without brakes and nada pasa, nothing
happens.
Vicki caught sight of Perez coming across the
courtyard, carrying a large, wrapped bundle. It was
impossible to tell what was inside. He seemed a
little irritated to find Vicki there.
Youre giving up a swim on this fine day? he
said. He carefully stowed the bundle in the back seat
of the car. I only wish I could go for a swim.
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a shabby caf.
Vicki dismounted and sat down on a park bench
across the street. Other loungers surged around her,
so that she could see and yet not be seen from the
caf.
Presently Perez came out of the caf. Vicki
watched him climb into the car and drive off. She
was starting over to her bicycle when she saw
another man stride out of the caf, with what looked
like the same bundle Perez had carried. She would
recognize that tall, insolent figure and hard face
anywhere. It was the leader of the obscure Indian
village!
Instinctively Vicki ducked behind a great tree so
that he would not see her. She stood against the tree
trunk for two or three minutes, her heart pounding.
Though she could not clearly name the reason for
her fear, she certainly did not want to confront him.
When she looked again, the leader had disappeared.
Whew! Well, I did discover something after all!
Or did I?
Why was the leader now carrying Perezs bundle?
Had Perez come to see him? What was the link
between the leader, the camera, the developed films,
and Perez? Was Perez perhaps a fence for stolen
goods? The leader might have brought him the
camera, Perez could have sold it, and they could
have split the money. But that seemed an awfully
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Antigua Castle
up on the camera.
Dont do anything foolhardy, Captain Jordan
cautioned them.
Dean wrote promptly to his fellow pilot in
Mexico City, Juan Arroyo, again asking him to fly
the rented Piper Cub to Acapulco. The little ship
was in good repair once more, and Juan wrote back
that he would deliver it in Acapulco very soon.
Simultaneously, Vicki wrote to Cissy telling her of
the plan, and saying this time they would not let any
obstacles whatsoever stand in the way. Cissy wrote
back, very soberly for her, asking they let her know
the date. When the date would be was not
foreseeable, just yet. But they all held themselves in
readiness.
Cissy also wrote that she and Steve had reported
the two shootings to the American Embassy. The
embassy had no immediate advice for Vicki and her
pilots, but would discuss things with the Mexican
police. The airline had already reported the plane
incident. It was admittedly difficult to track down a
few isolated men hiding out in the mountains, even
for Mexicos highly efficient, interstate motorcycle
police.
Isolated? Dean questioned, reading Cissys
letter. They were in the lobby of the old-fashioned
tropical hotel in Oaxaca, one terminal of their run.
Seems to me those isolated few men have been
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Answer me!
The little seora was so frightened she could not
answer.
Stop your bullying, Vicki said to him
scornfully. Here, Anita. Put this away. She took
off the white mantilla and handed it over. Take
yours off, too, and put it away.
The seora put the two mantillas away in the
drawer. As she did so, Vicki fingered the DoubleRabbit, for Perezs benefit. He lost all self-control.
Listen to me, Vicki Barr! he shouted. Put
down that thing! And stay out of the village it came
from! Dyou hear me?
Vicki held her breath. Anitas appalled face
showed that now she understood. Perez, trembling,
made a dour effort to recover himself.
Bueno. The fiesta. Come along, Anita, we might
as well go now.
He held open the door, with his usual polite
gesture. Anita looked timidly at Vicki. But Vicki
said:
No, Im not coming after all. Thanks just the
same.
Perez said stiffly, Good night, Miss Barr.
She nodded as stiffly, and bade Anita good night.
She watched them get into the hotel car and drive
down the shadowy hill. Then Vicki went to stand on
the terrace.
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waiting. She got onto the first big high curve, saw
the road was clear, and increased her foots pressure
on the gas.
The car jumped ahead and went spinning along
the empty, paved highway. For a while, the going
was smooth and easy. She ventured from twenty to
twenty-five miles per hour. The car spurted ahead,
taking the banked curves a little closer to the edge
than Vicki intended, for the drop into the valley was
nearly two miles down.
This old jalopy doesnt come as fully under
control as the cars at home, she grumbled. I ought
to slow down.
A glance at her wrist watch, a glance at the
speedometer said she had no time to slow down. She
kept going, a little nervous at the way the car picked
up speed when she came to the downslopes, despite
her foot on the brake. It was hitting thirtythirtytwothirty-five. Too fast on this road! The brakes
caught firmly and slowed the speed down.
When she came to a slight upgrade again, the car
did not respond as she wanted it to. She shifted into
second.
Doggone this old car. Why does it cough like
that?
She tried to drive carefully. By now the car was
racing downhill again. Almost forty. She swung
away from the mountain edge and drove along the
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Escape by Plane
CHAPTER XVI
The Double-Rabbit
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CHAPTER XVII
Adis! Good-Bye!
States.
Adis! Good-bye! they all cried. Cissy and
Steve remained standing and waving behind the
visitors wire fence. Vicki, Dean, and Captain
Jordan climbed up the gangplank in the sun, stooped
through the low door, and found seats in the plane.
From her small, curtained window, Vicki waved
once more to Cissy. But not for long. The big ship
taxied off along the field, found its direction, then
glided off and up.
The white metropolis below them spread for
miles in the sun. Vicki bent to take a last,
remembering look at Mexico City. But
superimposed on the white, Latin city she seemed to
see New York, and the gay, laughing faces of her
flight stewardess crowd. And beyond them, in the
heart of the United States, she saw Fairview and the
faces of her mother and Ginny and her professor
father, and Freckles galloping in front of The Castle.
Vicki was not sorry to be going home. And yet
and yet
This was my first trip abroad. Vicki smiled to
herself, as the plane headed north over mountains.
But it wont be my last! Its only the beginning.
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