Every instant was agony to him, now, so out it came,—
“No. 166, Eagle Hotel!”—naming a wretched tavern down by the water, a resort of common laborers, ’longshoremen, and less reputable folk.
So I released him, and then demanded to know the object of the conspiracy.
“To take the fort to-night,” said he, doggedly and sobbing.
“Have I got all the chiefs of the conspiracy?”
“No. You’ve got all except those that are to meet at 166.”
“What does ‘Remember XXXX’ mean?”
No reply.
“What is the password to No. 166?”
No reply.