The young man knitted his brows. His first impulse was to write back and strongly oppose the scheme. Then his subtle mind began to work, half unconsciously. Isobel Clandon over in Madrid could do no harm. He would not prophesy that she would do any good. But there was no knowing what might happen with this bloodthirsty brotherhood. She might be useful. He knew an English couple living in Madrid, old connections of his mother; he was sure they would willingly take in Isobel as a boarder. They were not rich people, only just in comfortable circumstances, they were elderly and childless. They would welcome a young girl as a member of their household. He would go to Madrid to-morrow and interview them. And he could kill two birds with one stone while he was there. He interviewed the elderly couple; they would be delighted to receive Miss Clandon. Afterwards, in response to a letter received at the Embassy, Guy Rossett met the young journalist in the same obscure restaurant in Madrid, where he had met him previously. "Things are humming a bit, eh?" queried Moreno, as they sat at a small table, quaffing a bottle of light wine. "Looks like it," answered Rossett, speaking with the usual English phlegm. "I've had some very important information over to-day." "Most of which, I expect, has been supplied by me, not but what I admit there are two or three very good men out on the job." Moreno was dreadfully conceited, but he could be generous when he chose. He would sometimes allow that there were other people who might be--well, nearly as clever as himself. "Well, Moreno, you wanted to see me. I take it, you have a reason?" "Of course I have. I know you ultimately hear everything from headquarters. But that takes time, and I am on the spot." "I know all that," said Rossett. "Besides, I have instructions from headquarters to keep in touch with you, because you _are_ on the spot." "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."