“The necessity is painful,” said Nighthawk.
“It is useless, my friend.”
“I will try it.”
Swartz smiled, and drew a paper from his pocket, which he unfolded.
“You are then determined to arrest your old comrade, Nighthawk.”
“Yes, my dear Swartz.”
“As a spy?”
“Exactly.”
“In spite of this?”
And Mr. Swartz held out the paper.