"He'll hang, just the same, if we get him. Now see here--did Beauregard let out any facts?"
She drew a quick breath, one hand on her breast, and it seemed to me her voice trembled.
"He talked as he would to one of his own officers. They discussed the plans of operation quite freely among themselves."
Le Gaire groaned, his elbows on the table, his head in his hands. She remained motionless, looking at him. Suddenly he glanced up.
"I'll be hanged if I understand you, Billie," he exclaimed. "Don't you care, or don't you realize what this means? That fellow has got all our plans, and he's got safely away with them too, I suppose."
She nodded, as he paused an instant.
"Before morning they'll be over there," with a wave of the hand, "and our move checkmated. Whose fault is it? Yours and mine. It's enough to drive a man crazy, and you stand there and laugh."
"You said he was Major Ath--"
"I am not laughing."
"Well, you were a minute ago. Do you even suspect who the fellow is?"