Surely they could scarcely be more romantic than the appeal Santos was making.
"Will you help us ?" urged Santos, leaning further over the map to read her averted face.
In her loneliness after she had given up Murray Dodge, life in New York had seemed even more bitter to Constance than before.

Yet the great city cast a spell over her, with its countless opportunities for adventure.

She could not leave it, but had taken a suite in a quiet boarding house overlooking the bay from the Heights in Brooklyn.
One guest in particular had interested her.

He was a Latin American, Ramon Santos.

She noticed that he seldom appeared at breakfast or luncheon.