Murray had indeed written a little note expressing his entire confidence in Mr.Santos.Formal as it was, Constance thought she could read between the lines the same feeling toward her that he had expressed at their parting.
Santos gave her no time to live over the past.
"You see, Mrs.Dunlap," he explained, as he led up to the object of his visit, "the time has come to overthrow the regime in Central America--for a revolution which will bring together all the countries in a union like the old United States of Central America." He had spread out the map on the table.
"Only," he added, "we would call the new state, Vespuccia." "We ?" queried Constance.
"Yes--my--colleagues-you call it in English! We have already a Junta with headquarters in an old loft on South Street, in New York." Santos indicated the plan of campaign on the map.
"We shall strike a blow," he cried, bringing his fist down on the table as if the blow had already fallen, "that will paralyze the enemy at the very start!" He paused.
"Will you help us raise the money ?" he repeated earnestly.
Constance had been inactive long enough.

The appeal was romantic, almost irresistible.

Besides--no, at the outset she put out of consideration any thought of the fascinating young soldier of fortune himself.
The spirit of defiance of law and custom was strong upon her.

That was all.
"Yes," she replied, "I will help you." Santos leaned over, and with a graceful gesture that she could not resent, raised her finger tips gallantly to his lips.
"Thank you," he said with, a courtly smile.

"We have already won!" The next day Ramon introduced her to the other members of the Junta.