Francisco said cautiously, "It seems Great Britain has a rather effective intelligence service."
William raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'm surprised you didn't suspect the agent who travelled with you. Elizabeth—was that not the alias she used?"
Francisco shook his head, speaking with quiet conviction. "Most of this information was gathered before I reached Cartagena. We only met there. Even if she later helped compile the dossiers, she couldn't have done so before she learned of me. At the dinner where she posed as the daughter of the commodore, she knew nothing about me—she was surprised by my name."
Pitt inclined his head, a hint of approval in his expression. "Clever. No — these reports have been compiled since the loss of our American colonies. We've been paying close attention to influential figures in New Granada. You only became noteworthy after your work with the Roman cement."
