"May I join the conspiracy ?" he smiled.

"What luck to-day?
By the way, I have just heard of a consignment of a thousand rifles as good as new that can be bought for a song." Santos, elated at the progress so far, told hastily of Constance's success.

"Let us get an option on them for a few days," he cried.
"Good," agreed Gordon, "only," he added, shaking his finger playfully at Constance, as the three left the headquarters, "don't let the commander-in-chief monopolize ALL your time, Remember, we all need you now.

Santos, that was an inspiration to get Mrs.Dunlap on our side." Somehow she felt uncomfortable.

She half imagined that a frown had flitted over Santos' face.
"Are you going to Brooklyn ?" she asked him.
"No, we shall be working at the Junta late to-night," he replied, as they parted at the subway, he and Gordon to secure the option on the guns, she to plan for the morrow.
"I have made a good beginning," she congratulated herself, when, later in her rooms, she was going over the list of names of commission merchants who handled produce of South American countries.
There was a tap on the door.
Quickly, she shoved the list into the drawer of the table.
"A gentleman to see you, downstairs, ma'am," announced the maid.
As she pushed aside the portieres, her heart gave a leap--it was Drummond.
"Mrs.Dunlap," began the wily detective, seeming to observe everything with eyes that seldom had the appearance of looking at anything, "I think you will recall that we have met before." Constance bit her lip.