“That is really awfully good of them, when you come to think of it,” said Moreno in his quiet, sarcastic way. “Fancy them relaxing red tape to that extent! I fancy there is a new spirit abroad.”
“Well, what is it?” asked Rossett a little impatiently.
Moreno puffed at his cigar a little time before he answered.
“I am going to put a very direct question to you. Some time ago you gave some very important information to the Secret Service about this anarchist movement. It is due to that that you are here.”
“Yes, I did,” answered Guy shortly.
“You know we are both practically in the same service,” said Moreno slowly, “and we might be frank with each other. Was that information given under the seal of secrecy?”
Guy nodded. “Yes, it was, absolutely.”
“As an honourable man, you could not reveal the name of your informant? I can give you my word, it is very important.”
Guy thought for a few seconds. “No, I cannot give you the name of my informant. It was done absolutely under the seal of secrecy.”
“I understand,” said Moreno. “And a very considerable price was paid to the man—or woman—I am convinced it was a woman, who sold you this information.”