“He is coming here with forged orders, I suppose.”
“I don’t doubt it, sir.”
“I surmise that his game is to get control of these wires and then send out despatches to the front that will take away a battery or a brigade from some vital point, the vital point indicated by ‘Plan 3.’ That’s where they mean to attack to-night.”
“Looks like it, sir,” agreed the orderly respectfully.
“‘Plan 3,’ that’s where they will hit us,” mused the Secret Service Agent. “Is there a guard in the building?”
“Not inside, sir,” answered the orderly, “there’s a guard in front and sentries around the barracks over in the square.”
“If I shouted, they could hear from this window, couldn’t they?” asked Arrelsford.
“The guard in front could hear you, sir. But the time is getting short. He must be nearly here, you’d better look out, sir.”
Edith Varney had heard enough of the conversation to understand that Thorne was coming. Of course it would never do for him to see her there.
“Where am I to go?” she asked.