“We didn’t meet last evening,” interposed the major.
“You have a most astonishing memory. I denounced you as a traitor.”
“It wasn’t kind of you to do that,” laughed Riggleston.
“Perhaps not; but it was true. You didn’t know what I meant; you hadn’t the least knowledge of the affair at the Hasbrouk house?”
“Of course not, over there!”
The major took off his cap and scratched his head. The act seemed suddenly to vivify his memory.
“O, I do remember meeting you last night,” said he.
“Very good; I have some hope of you, at last. Now, can you recall the event to which I alluded?”
“Perfectly.”
“That you, in connection with Miss Hasbrouk, attempted to procure my capture by the rebels?”