“N. A. Miles,
“Secretary of State.”
Cobb listened attentively to the reading of the message.
“Miles, Secretary of State; and the same initials,” he mused. Then aloud:
“Is this Miles, who is signed here as Secretary of State, any relation to Brigadier-General Miles, of 1887?”
“Not to Brigadier-General Miles, Mr. Cobb, but to General Miles, who died in 1918. He is a great-grandson of that noble and illustrious general.”
“And who is President now?”
“Emory D. Craft, of Illinois.”
“Craft, did you say?” Cobb quickly asked, and he went back to his old friend of the artillery, who had so nobly aided him in his work.
“Yes; but why does it seem to interest you so much? you do not know him;” and Rawolle looked puzzled.
“Perhaps not,” smiling; “but I may have known his great-grandfather; in fact, I may possibly have been an intimate friend of his—who knows?”