“At least they are not being killed in our houses, in our drawing-rooms, before our very eyes!”
She confronted Arrelsford with a bitterly reproachful glance, before which his eyes for a moment fell, and he was glad indeed to turn to another orderly who had just entered the room.
“Have you kept track of him!” he asked in a low voice.
“He’s coming down the street to the Department now, sir.”
“Where has he been since he left Mrs. Varney’s house?”
“He went to his quarters on Gary Street. We got in the next room and watched him through a transom.”
“What was he doing?”
“Working on some papers or documents.”
“Could you see them? Did you see what they were?”
“They looked like orders from the War Department, sir.”