“Yes.”
“And your name is not Helm.”
“No.”
“Do you not know that the government watches discharged employés of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing?”
“I know it.”
“So you changed your name?”
“Yes.”
She leaned nearer, looking earnestly into his shadowy eyes.
“Do you know that an officer of the secret service is coming to Nauvoo?”
“I could take the plate and go. There is time,” he answered, sullenly.