She knew he had been making love to her during the past week as only a Spaniard could.

It fascinated her without blinding her.

Yes, she would match her wits against this detective, clever though she knew he was.

But Santos must be warned.
Santos and Gordon were alone when she burst in on them, breathlessly, an hour later at the Junta.
"What is the matter ?" inquired Ramon quickly, placing a chair for her.
Gordon looked his admiration for the little woman, though he did not speak it.

She saw him cast a sidewise glance at Santos and herself.
Though the three were friends, it was evident to her that Gordon did not trust Santos any further than the suspicious Anglo-Saxon trusts a foreigner usually when there is a woman in the case.
"The Secret Service!" exclaimed Constance.