When Major Andre appeared in the ante-room of the headquarters of General Clinton, he extended his hand to this strange gentleman cordially and said:
“I believe that I have the honor of addressing M. Pierre La Fitte.”
“That’s what I am called,” replied the stranger.
“Very well, sir,” continued Andre. “I will take you to my quarters as I understand that you are on a secret mission.”
When Major Andre had received the despatches there was one in cipher marked “important” and it read as follows:
“Whitehall, Sept. 25, 177—
“Sir: I have the honor to send on a particular secret Mission to America, our esteemed Friend, M. Pierre La Fitte.
“He accompanies this despatch and his Identity must be kept a profound Secret.
“Provide him with secret and suitable Quarters and put him in communication with General Clinton and Lord Carlisle at the earliest possible moment.
“Geo. Germaine.
“Adj’t. Gen. John Andre.”
As soon as Major Andre had conducted M. La Fitte to sleeping apartments adjoining his own, and had made the stranger welcome, he sent a courier with despatches and information to the Beekman House that M. La Fitte would be accompanied by himself to meet Lord Carlisle and the General.
La Fitte rested until nightfall when darkness would conceal his movements.
A post-chaise drew up in front of the headquarters and two gentlemen disguised in great-coats emerged from the building and made their way to the carriage.