“Certainly.”
“When can you see him?”
“I suppose he is in his room,” replied Mildred.
“What number?”
“No. 18.”
“I’ll go see him at once.”
Accordingly, the officer went to the designated number, and tapped on the door. A footstep was heard inside, and the door was opened by Ernest. Seeing a Federal officer standing before him, he was disagreeably surprised. The first thought that entered his mind was that he had been watched, and this man had come to arrest him. The prospect was enough to make him turn pale. Benner observed his alarm, and said with a smile:
“Is your name Edgefield?”
“Who told you that I bore such a name?” asked Ernest, in ill-concealed surprise.