"Not to the diamond plant?" cried he, with a start.
"To the diamond plant—yes!"
"Impossible!"
"You will find it's not impossible, Rufe," she retorted. "I generally go where I wish, and do what I undertake. I have already sent my own jewels and other valuables there by Pylotte. He was here this morning."
"But consider, Sanetta," protested Venner, with a darker frown. "Think of what chances you are taking."
"Of what?"
"Suppose Nick Carter suspects you, and has a shadow on your movements—"
"Bah!" interrupted Cervera, with a snap and flash of her black eyes. "I care nothing for Nick Carter. Caramba! do you think I fear him? I will fool and foil Nick Carter as I have fooled and foiled his betters. I shall go to the plant to-morrow, and that settles it."
"Stop a bit," insisted Venner, almost angrily. "Do you forget that Kilgore and all his gang are there? Do you forget that we are just about launching our gigantic enterprise? We now have nearly a million dollars' worth of diamonds manufactured, or in the process of making, and I already have begun to distribute them on the market at a fabulous profit."
"Well, I know all that. What has it to do with my going there?"