“That of spy, you mean?” said Mohun.
Swartz smiled.
“You speak plainly, general. We call ourselves ‘secret agents’—but either word expresses the idea!”
XXIX. — THE PAPER.
Mohun raised his head, and looked Swartz full in the face. His glance had grown, if possible, more penetrating than before, and a grim smile responded to the unctuous expression of the spy.
“Well, my dear Mr. Swartz,” he said coolly, “that is a curious history. Others might doubt its accuracy, but I give you my word that I do not! I did well to let you proceed in your own way, instead of questioning you—but I have not yet done; and this time shall return to the method of interrogation.”
“At your orders, general,” said Swartz, whose quick glance showed that he was on his guard, and foresaw what was coming.
Mohun leaned toward the spy.