Nancy turned quickly, and her face whitened. The sword of Damocles had fallen.
"What do you mean, Baker?" demanded Warren sharply.
"That Miss Newton is under arrest, Mr. Senator. I advise the young lady to come quietly."
Nancy rose. "I shall make no scene," she said haughtily. "Go on, sir, and I will follow."
"I prefer that you should go first," said Baker quickly.
"One moment," interrupted Warren. "Where are you taking Miss Newton?" Baker hesitated. "I insist on an answer."
Senator Warren was a power on Capitol Hill, and the Secret Service officer did not care to offend him.
"She is to be taken to the War Department. Secretary Stanton wishes to interview her," he answered at last.
"My dear! My dear!" ejaculated Mrs. Bennett, who had sat speechless with surprise. "This is too dreadful. Can I not accompany you? or my husband? We know the secretary well, and will use our influence to secure your immediate release."
"Miss Newton goes with me alone," interposed Baker harshly. "I will allow no outside interference." And he looked significantly at Mrs. Bennett.