"No doubt they can. I'll give you a letter to the Secretary recommending your appointment."
He seated himself at once, wrote the letter and handed it to Socola.
Jennie thanked him and, with a warm pressure of his hand, passed into the hall with Socola.
At the outer door Burton Harrison overtook them:
"Just a moment, Miss Barton. The President wishes to ask you a question."
Davis drew her to the window.
"I should have been more careful of the credentials of our friend perhaps, Miss Jennie. You can vouch for his loyalty?"
"Absolutely."
She had scarcely uttered the word in tones of positive conviction before she realized the startling fact that she had spoken under the impulse of some strange intuition and not from her knowledge of the man's character and history.
In spite of her effort at self-control she blushed furiously. Mr. Davis apparently did not observe it.