Dr. Greydon walked into the office of Roderick Barclugh and confronted him when he was busy with his clerk in the outer room. “Mr. Barclugh,” began Dr. Greydon. “May I see you privately?” “Certainly,” replied Barclugh, as he led the way to his private office and left Segwuna in the outer room. “I understand, sir,” said Dr. Greydon, sternly, “that you have been the secret agent of the British in our midst, you, who have asked my daughter for marriage. Now, sir, is that statement true?” “By what authority do you make those statements, Dr. Greydon?” parried Barclugh. “I ask you as a gentleman, Mr. Barclugh, who has extended the courtesies of his home to you, to answer a direct question.” “But you would not ask me to incriminate myself, Dr. Greydon?” replied Barclugh hesitatingly. “No, sir. If you are guilty, for the sake of my daughter’s former love for you, you may leave our country. If you insist on not answering I shall let you be apprehended,” insisted Dr. Greydon. “But what proofs have you that I am concerned in this affair?” asked Barclugh. Dr. Greydon stepped to the door and called Segwuna to their presence, as he asked her: “Segwuna, what proof have you that Mr. Barclugh is concerned in this treason?” Segwuna took from the inner pocket of her waist and placed in Dr. Greydon’s hands the envelope containing the letter brought to Roderick Barclugh by the Swedish fisherman. “That is sufficient,” exclaimed Barclugh, “I am the arch-conspirator, Doctor Greydon. I am at your mercy. I have been unjust to ask your daughter in marriage. If you allow me to escape with my life, I shall return to England and teach my countrymen that Americans can not be corrupted. I will do more for the cause of your country than armies or alliances. I owe my life to you and I pledge myself to do a duty that I owe to a true American gentleman. I will try to convince my government of the justice of your cause.” Turning to Segwuna, Barclugh said: “You saved my life, Segwuna, and you also foiled my plot. The loss of that letter during my illness made us too cautious in dealing with Arnold. We knew that some one had the information and we were fearful of entering the American lines since some one knew our scheme.” “It was not I,” returned Segwuna, “Mr. Barclugh, that foiled your plot. It was the Great Spirit that laid you low with the _peste_ and put the correspondence into my hands. God hates a corruptionist.” Barclugh fled at once upon the retirement of Segwuna and Dr. Greydon from his office. He precipitately left on the sloop of the faithful Swedes with all the ready money that he had. He reached New York and went to General Clinton. General Clinton withdrew from the Beekman House when the news of the execution of Major Andre reached him. He now lived at Number 1 Broadway, where he could be in constant touch with the stirring affairs of his command since the death of his beloved Andre.