“Wh—who is he?” he faltered.
“Never mind just now. As he was in the cellar he, of course, heard all that went on there.”
Prent grew white and it was with difficulty that he kept his knees from sinking beneath him.
“I—I—he didn’t hear anything—that is, he doesn’t know anything about me,” he said weakly. “He must be in league with Henry Morris.”
“Perhaps,” said the officer dryly. “But I imagine not.”
At this moment an aid came in hurriedly, and asked permission to deliver a message.
“What is it, Lieutenant Caswell?” questioned General Murray.
“We have information that the French intend to attack the post at Lorette this afternoon,” said the aid.
“In that case, this hearing is postponed indefinitely,” said General Murray. “Let the guards remove the prisoners.”