“Then I will tell you. Guy Rossett is being sent to Spain because he has obtained some very important information about the brotherhood. They want him on the spot, as just now Madrid and Barcelona are two very active centres.”
Moreno leaned forward, and looked at her steadily. He could not, at present, make up his mind about her. She was an Englishwoman living in fairly luxurious conditions. What had she in common with this anarchist crew.
“Have you got any idea who gave him the information?”
Violet Hargrave returned his keen glance with equal steadiness.
“Not the slightest. But there are always traitors in any association of this kind.”
“And when they are discovered, the penalty is death.” Moreno spoke quietly, but he felt an inward shiver. After all, was he so certain he was going to outwit Luçue and his brother fanatics.
“The penalty is death. You have been initiated to-night, and you know that,” was Violet Hargrave’s answer.
The journalist felt a little uneasy. He had suspected her. Did she, in turn, suspect him? But he preserved an unbroken front.
“They deserve it,” he said, with unblushing audacity.
Mrs Hargrave bent forward, and spoke with intensity.