“Did you assert, Madam, that you intended sending my ward-master to the field?”
“I said I intended laying the facts concerning the disappearance of the liquor before the proper authorities.”
“I consider myself responsible, Madam, for the liquor used in my wards.”
“If you do, you fail to be sure that it reaches its destination, so I intend in future to see that it does.”
“If you mean that my ward-master drinks it, you are mistaken; he does not take any stimulant.”
“I know he does not,” I answered quietly, “and I also know who does.”
He changed color, and passing him I walked into my little sanctum adjoining the office. To my astonishment he kicked back the door and also entered.
“Doctor, this is my private room,” I said, “to which no one is admitted. Be kind enough to leave.”
“Not until you explain,” he answered, throwing himself at full length upon the couch.
This was just far enough for him to venture. I threw back my window, and called to the sentry to order up a sergeant and file of the guard. In a few minutes the ring of their muskets outside sounded, and taking out my watch, I placed it on the table by him.