“I didn’t know he had gone to the front. So much the worse. It’s one of the ugliest affairs we have ever had. I had them put me on it, and I have got it pretty close. We have had some checks but we will end it right here in this office inside of thirty minutes.”
There was a slight tap on the door at this juncture. Arrelsford turned to the door, opened it, and found himself face to face with a soldier, who saluted and stood at attention.
“Well, what is it?”
“The lady’s here, sir,” said the soldier.
“Where is she?” asked Arrelsford.
“Waiting down below at the front entrance.”
“Did she come alone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Show her up here at once. I suppose you have a revolver here,” continued the Secret Service Man, turning to Lieutenant Foray, who had listened with much interest.
“Certainly,” answered Foray, “we are always armed in the telegraph office.”