"You are just the person I am looking for.

Where is Santos?
Has the plan been changed ?" Constance thought she detected a shade of jealousy in the tone.

At any rate, Gordon was more attentive than ever.
"I think he is in Bridgeport," she replied as casually as she could.
"Your ship, you know, sails to-night.

He has sent word to me to give orders that all the goods here at the Junta be ready to cart over by truck to Brooklyn.

There has been no change.