“But who could have done it?”
“Where was the letter?”
“In the pocket of my fur stole: that has a most secure clasp-button, and I’m sure it wasn’t meddled with.”
“Patty!” cried Bumble, “you know that spy thing, who dressed up as a woman——”
“What!” exclaimed Farnsworth.
Eagerly Patty and Bumble together told the story of the missing chaperon and the masquerading pastry-cook.
Farnsworth looked very grave.
“A spy, undoubtedly,” he said; “in Herron’s employ.”
“Oh, not Lieutenant Herron! Why, he’s one of our own soldiers!”
“Forget it, Patty. And you, too, Helen. Never mention the subject to any human being. Much depends on that. I can trust you?”