“Certainly I am,” returned Arrelsford haughtily.
“We have to be very careful nowadays,” continued Foray shortly. “But I reckon it’s all right. Here’s the telegram.”
“Did the girl seem nervous or excited when she handed this in?” asked the other, taking the message.
“Do you mean Miss Mitford?” asked Foray reprovingly.
“Certainly, who else?”
“Yes, she did.”
“She was anxious not to have it seen by anybody?”
“Anxious, I should say so. She didn’t even want me to see it.”
“Umph!” said Arrelsford. “I don’t mind telling you, Mr. Foray, that we are on the track of a serious affair and I believe she’s mixed up in it.”
“But that despatch is to young Varney, a mere boy, the General’s son,” urged the Lieutenant.