As quickly the look changed.
There was only one way to do it; she must make this man think they understood each other without saying so.
"You must get the counterfeiting plant down on the island--immediately--alone.

Don't tell any of the others until it is there safely.

You were going to send it down on the _Arroyo_ next week.
It must not go from New York at all.

It must be shipped by rail, and then from New Orleans.

You must--" "But--Gordon ?" His voice was hoarse.
She looked at Santos long and earnestly.