"And I am also here as Miss Newton's legal representative," added Warren warmly, still ruffled by Stanton's manner.
Nancy shot him a grateful glance, but Stanton frowned. He did not like the turn things were taking.
"What is Miss Nancy accused of?" inquired Lincoln.
"Of being a rebel spy."
Lincoln's face grew grave. He inspected Nancy keenly, as his mind flew back to the scene before the deserted house on B Street. It might be.... "And what have you to say to that accusation, Miss Nancy?" he asked sternly.
"I deny it."
"The girl lies," declared Stanton.
Nancy's eyes flashed her indignation, and she turned squarely and faced the Secretary.
"The honorable Secretary," she said, with biting scorn, "has three times announced that I am a rebel spy. Is it not time that he produce evidence to prove that he is not lying."
Stanton turned purple with suppressed wrath. To be bearded by a slip of a girl, and before the President! "Blustering will not help your cause," he snarled.