"I have just had a visit from a private detective employed by one of the consulates.

They know too much.

He has threatened to tell all to the Secret Service, has even had the effrontery to ask me to betray you." "The scoundrel," burst out Santos impulsively.
"You are not frightened ?" Gordon asked quickly.
"On the contrary, I expected something of the sort soon, but not from this man.

I can meet him!" "Good," exclaimed the Captain.
There was that in his voice that caused her to look at him quickly.
Santos had noticed it, too, and a sullen scowl spread over his face.
Intuitively Constance read the two men before her.

She had fled from one problem to a greater.