“My memory is better, colonel; we met last May, in a house in the Wilderness, near Chancellorsville.”
“Is it possible that you are—”
“Swartz, very much at your service. It is wonderful what a difference is made by a wig and spectacles!”
As he spoke, he gracefully removed his black wig and the gold spectacles. In the man with gray hair, small eyes, and double chin, I recognized the spy of the Wilderness.
XI. — THE PASS.
Replacing his wig and spectacles, Mr. Swartz smiled in a good-humored manner, and said:—
“May I ask to what I am indebted for this visit?”
Nighthawk replied even more blandly:—