"Oh, Angelo, that is fine," she cried. "I'll go--and you phone Nolan quickly." By the time she returned, Nolan was on his way to the Cote. "She--she left herself--just walked away with her bag--alone," said Eveley faintly. "I am afraid she did not--care for me." And there was sorrow in her voice. "Oh, sure she did," said Angela reassuringly. "That's why she left I guess. She may be in bad in some way, and so she went off not to get you mixed up in it." "Do you think that, Angelo? Do you really? But she should not have gone for that. I would have stood by Marie through any kind of trouble." Angelo walked impatiently about the room, fingering endless little objects, puzzling in his mind what to say and what to do. "He could be here if he had taken a taxi," he said restlessly. "I told him to beat it." "We might phone Mr. Hiltze," said Eveley suddenly. "He may know where to find her." Angelo smiled scornfully at that. "Aw gee, Miss Eveley, ain't you on to them yet? Sure they are working in cahoots." Eveley sat down at once and folded her hands. "Now, Angelo, tell me everything you know, or suspect about them. Begin at the beginning. You may be wrong, but let me hear it." But before Angelo could begin his little story, Nolan came springing up the steps, and knew in a word all they had to tell. "Sit down now, Nolan, and listen. Angelo thinks he knows something." "Well, when Carranza got in, a lot of Mexicans had to get out. Political refugees they call them. Marie is one of them." "That is no secret," said Eveley. "She told me that herself. And it is nothing to her discredit--rather the opposite I should think." "Yes, but they are looking ahead to the next election. That guy Obregon has promised to let all the refugees come back free and easy if he is elected, and no questions asked. But they've got such a lot running for president, that maybe they won't elect anybody and then Carranza will stick on himself. And so the refugees on this side are working up a new little revolution of their own, to spring on Carranza the day after the election. And that is against the law, and the Secret Service is on to it, and after them hot and heavy." "The Secret Service," said Eveley slowly. "The Secret Service." She crossed the room, and from her bag took out a small bit of steel which she had carried there for weeks. "The Secret Service," she said again, and held the badge tightly in her hand. "What have you there, Eveley?" asked Nolan. "Nothing," she said, gripping it so tightly the sharp edges cut into her hand. "Just a little souvenir--of Marie. That is all." "Well, is there anything else, Angelo?" "That guy Hiltze is a crook, too. He's what you call a Red. He's mixed up with all the funny business going on." "Are you sure, Angelo? You must only tell us what you really know."