"You cannot remain here alone."
"I don't intend to."
"But what are you going to do? When are you going?"
While thus speaking they had repaired to the library at the rear of the
house, the room in which Nick had encountered the gang nearly a
fortnight before. It was the only room then lighted. Even the hall
through which they had passed was in darkness.
Yet Cervera was dressed in an elaborate evening gown, fitted close to
her lithe, nervous figure, and augmenting in a marked degree her
dangerous, dark beauty.
"You know where I am going--or should!" she replied, facing Venner, with
an odd smile on her red lips.
"Not to the diamond plant?" cried he, with a start.
"To the diamond plant--yes!"
"Impossible!"
"You will find it's not impossible, Rufe," she retorted. "I generally go
where I wish, and do what I undertake. I have already sent my own jewels
and other valuables there by Pylotte. He was here this morning."
"But consider, Sanetta," protested Venner, with a darker frown. "Think
of what chances you are taking."
"Of what?"
"Suppose Nick Carter suspects you, and has a shadow on your movements--"
"Bah!" interrupted Cervera, with a snap and flash of her black eyes.
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