The lady arose from her chair and stood for a moment, thinking deeply.
"Do you live here, Mr. Goodwin?" she asked, presently.
"Yes."
"What is your authority for this intrusion?"
"I am an instrument of the republic. I was advised by wire of the movements of the—gentleman in Number 10."
"May I ask you two or three questions? I believe you to be a man more apt to be truthful than—timid. What sort of a town is this—Coralio, I think they call it?"
"Not much of a town," said Goodwin, smiling. "A banana town, as they run. Grass huts, 'dobes, five or six two-story houses, accommodations limited, population half-breed Spanish and Indian, Caribs and blackamoors. No sidewalks to speak of, no amusements. Rather unmoral. That's an offhand sketch, of course."
"Are there any inducements, say in a
