"Unless the great Attorney General, Edwin M. Stanton, decides to arrest him—if he'll only do it!"
Socola nodded carelessly.
"I understand, Senator. A week from to-day. The same hour—the same train."
In a moment he had disappeared in the crowd and hurried to the office of the Secretary of War.
Holt received his announcement with a smile about the corners of his strong, crooked mouth.
"That's lucky. I'd rather you were with Davis ten to one. Amuse yourself for the week by getting all the information possible of their junta here—"
"Barton will stay until the inauguration—"
"Of course—a spy in the camp of the enemy. He could be arrested, but it's not wise under the circumstances—"
"You will not arrest Senator Davis?"