"On what charge?"
"He is a Federal spy and you know it—"
"You can't prove it."
"I've found the evidence. I have searched his rooms—"
"Searched his rooms?"
"Your servant told me that he was here. I leaped to a conclusion, forced his door and found this—"
He thrust a well-thumbed copy of the cipher code of the Federal Secret Service into her hand.
"You—you—can't execute him, Dick," Jennie sobbed.
"I will."
"You can't. I love him. He can do no more harm here."