Spy stories; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"I do, or rather, I did. She had to be chloroformed, much to Misery's
delight."
"Misery?" Dwight was confused; he was not familiar with Misery, never
having made his acquaintance. "Who is Misery?"
"My niece's dog. He hated that cat."
The judge advocate frowned as he consulted the defence's next question.
"State to the court the exact day, and why, you chloroformed her."
"Let me see--it was the afternoon of Mrs. Arnold's ball, the sixth. The
cat was run over just before my niece went out, and I asked her to buy
some chloroform, thinking I might have to use it."
"Was the bottle full when the accused handed it to you?"
"To the best of my recollection it was."
"Did the accused appear excited or nervous when she returned with the
chloroform?"
"No, sir."
"At what hour did she return?"
"About twenty minutes past six."
"I have no further questions to ask this witness," said Dwight. "Do you
wish to cross-examine her, Mr. Judge Advocate?"
"Miss Newton," began the judge advocate, "have you taken the 'oath'?"
"I was under the impression you had just administered it to me,"
exclaimed Miss Metoaca, mildly.
"I mean the oath of allegiance," reddening.
"No, sir."
"Nor the accused?"
"Neither of us, sir. We are law-abiding citizens."
"Are your sympathies with the Union or with the Confederacy?"
"They are divided," tranquilly. "I have relatives and friends in both
armies."
"Are you a rebel sympathizer? Answer yes or no."
"I am, sir; like many other Washington women."
"And is the accused also a rebel sympathizer?"
"I cannot answer for my niece's feelings."
"Where was the accused on the night of December 27th, 1864?"
"She spent Christmas with friends in Baltimore, and did not return to
Washington until the day after New Year."
"Kindly give the names of these friends."
"Mr. and Mrs. William Murray, 24 Saratoga Street, Baltimore, Md."
The judge advocate made a note of the names and address.
"That is all, Miss Newton; you may retire."
As Miss Metoaca passed Nancy she bent over and whispered tenderly:
"Don't worry, my darling; you will be acquitted." Then she was gone.
Mr. Davis rose. "May I ask the indulgence of the court," he said
nervously, "that a recess be taken until to-morrow morning? Our senior
counsel, Senator Warren, has been called away."
"Has he been called out of town?" asked the president.
"Oh, no, Colonel."
"Did he say when he would be back?"
"He told me that he would return as soon as he could."
"Have you further testimony to offer?"
"No, sir."
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