Her face grew very pale, but she answered defiantly:
"Do so! No one can connect her with me."
"Ah, so you think, but I have enough proofs to do so."
"Do what you like. I defy you."
"I don t think it will be wise of you to do so," said Eustace in a low voice of concentrated fury. "You know me, Lola, and I know you, and all the world of South America knows you also."
He jumped up, and crossing over to the sofa, bent down and whispered in her ear:
"I can tell about your connection with Gabriel Mostyn, in regard to that boy, his son--who disappeared."
"I had nothing to do with it," she muttered, shrinking from him.
"And Manuel Lopez."
"Be silent!"