She was astonished a few nights after her arrival to receive a call from the mysterious evening breakfaster.
"Pardon—I intrude," he began gracefully, presenting his card. "But I have heard how clever you are, Senora Dunlap. A friend, in an importing firm, has told me of you, a Mr. Dodge."
Constance was startled at the name. 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.