“Yes, that can easily be got.”
“Send it to me at once. Send also a glove which the lawyer has worn. Do not let the two come in contact. And be careful your messenger is not tracked.”
“Do you mean to take the gloves to a clairvoyant?”
“Not to a clear-see’er, but to a clear-smeller,—in short, to a four-footed medium, a bloodhound of my acquaintance.”
“O, but what hound can keep the scent through our streets?”
“If any one can, Victor can.”
“Well, only do something, and that quickly, for I’m distracted,” said Madame Volney, her tears flowing profusely. “Come, Esha, we’ll take a carriage at the corner, and drive home.”
“Not at the corner!” interposed Peek. “Go to some more distant stand. Move always as if a spy were at your heels.”
The two women passed into the street. Half an hour afterwards Esha returned with the glove. There was a noise of firing.
“Dem guns am fur de great vict’ry down below,” said Esha. “De Yankees, dey say, hab been beat off han’some at Fort Jackson; an’ ole Farragut he’s backed out; fines he can’t come it. But, jes you wait, Peek. Dese Yankees hab an awful way of holdin’ on. Dey doan know when dey air fair beat. Dey crow loudest jes when dey owt ter shut up and gib in.”