Secret Service. Brady Cyrus Townsend

in a little sortie.”

      “Taken prisoner?”

      “Yes, but without resistance.”

      “I don’t understand.”

      “He let himself be taken. That’s one of their tricks for getting into our lines when they want to bring a message or give some signal.”

      “You mean that they deliberately allow themselves to be taken to Libby Prison?”

      “Yes, damn them!” said Arrelsford harshly. “I beg your pardon, ma’am, but – ”

      Mrs. Varney waved her hand as if Mr. Arrelsford’s oaths, like his presence, were nothing to her.

      “We were on the lookout for this man, and we spotted him pretty quickly. I gave orders not to search him, and not to have his clothes taken away from him, but to put him in with the others and keep the closest watch on him that was ever kept on a man. We knew from his coming in that his brother must be here in the city, and he’d send a message to him the first chance he got.”

      “But Jonas, how could he – ”

      “Easily enough. He comes down to the prison to sell things to the prisoners with other negroes. We let him pass in, watching him as we watch them all. He fools around a while, until he gets a chance to brush against this man Dumont. My men are keeping that fellow under close observation, and they saw a piece of paper pass between them. By my orders they gave no sign. We want to catch the man to whom he is to deliver the paper. He has the paper on him now.”

      “I will never believe it.”

      “It is true, and that is the reason for these men on the back porch that you see. I have put others at every window at the back of the house. He can’t get away; he will have to give it up.”

      “And the man he gives it to will be the man you want?” said Mrs. Varney.

      “Yes; but I can’t wait long. If that nigger sees my men or hears a sound, he will destroy it before we can jump in on him. I want the man, but I want the paper, too. Excuse me.” He stepped to the back window. “Corporal!” he said softly. The long porch window was open on account of the balmy air of the night, and a soldier, tattered and dusty, instantly appeared and saluted. “How are things now?” asked Arrelsford.

      “All quiet now, sir.”

      “Very good,” said Arrelsford. “I was afraid he would get away. We’ve got to get the paper. If we have the paper, perhaps we can get the man. It is the key to the game they are trying to play against us, and without it the man is helpless.”

      “No, no,” urged Mrs. Varney. “The man he is going to give it to, get him.”

      “Yes, yes, of course,” assented Arrelsford; “but that paper might give us a clue. If not, I’ll make the nigger tell. Damn him, I’ll shoot it out of him. How quickly can you get at him from that door, Corporal?”

      “In no time at all, sir. It’s through a hallway and across the dining-room. He is in the pantry.”

      “Well,” said Arrelsford, “take two men, and – ”

      “Wait,” said Mrs. Varney; “I still doubt your story, but I am glad to help. Why don’t you keep your men out of sight and let me send for him here, and then – ”

      Arrelsford thought a moment.

      “That may be the better plan,” he admitted. “Get him in here and, while you are talking to him, they can seize him from behind. He won’t be able to do a thing. Do you hear, Corporal?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Keep your men out of sight; get them back there in the hall, and while we’re making him talk, send a man down each side and pin him. Hold him stiff. He mustn’t destroy any paper he’s got.”

      The Corporal raised his hand in salute and left the room. The men disappeared from the windows, and the back porch looked as empty as before. The whole discussion and the movements of the men had been practically noiseless.

      “Now, Mr. Arrelsford, are you ready?”

      “Yes, ma’am.”

      Mrs. Varney rang the bell on the instant. The two watched each other intently, and in a moment old Martha appeared at the door.

      “Did you-all ring, ma’am?”

      “Yes,” said Mrs. Varney; “I want some one to send to the hospital.”

      “Luthah is out heah, ma’am.”

      “Luther? He’s too small, I don’t want a boy.”

      “Well, den, Jonas – ”

      “Yes, Jonas will do; tell him to come in here immediately.”

      “Yas’m.”

      “Perhaps you had better sit down, Mrs. Varney,” said Arrelsford; “and if you will permit me, I will stand back by the front window yonder.”