“General!” cried Arrelsford, “if you——”
“That’s enough, sir. We will have you examined at headquarters.”
At that instant Lieutenant Foray came rapidly into the room.
“Thank God!” cried Arrelsford, as he caught sight of him. “There’s a witness, he was sent away on a forged order, ask him?”
Another interruption, thought Thorne, desperately fingering the keys. If they would only give him a minute more he could complete the order, but he was not to have that minute apparently.
“Wait, Captain,” said General Randolph quickly, and again the key was silent. “Now, sir,” he said to Lieutenant Foray, “where did you come from!”
The Lieutenant did not all comprehend what was toward, but his answer to that question was plain.
“There was some mistake, sir,” he answered, saluting.
“Ah!” cried Arrelsford, a note of triumph in his voice.
“Who made it?” asked the General.