Grant whispered in his ear, the Colonel listening quietly.
"I am informed that you have already acknowledged being concealed in this house yesterday."
"I have, sir."
"Did any one know of your presence here?"
"I was brought here—a prisoner."
"What!" in decided surprise. "Prisoner to whom?"
"I was captured by three men, dressed as Queen's Rangers, on a road some miles to the west. They made no explanation, although I have some reason to believe I was mistaken for another. I was held in a strong room in the basement overnight."
"You were not there when I searched the house," broke in Grant hoarsely.
"No," and I turned and smiled at him. "I had been brought upstairs before you arrived."
"Then you saw your captors by daylight?"