"There is plenty of room for all," she declared, as Nancy drew back. "Colonel Bennett has gone with Mr. Arnold, and, being partnerless, I came over here to enjoy watching the dancers. Where is Mrs. Warren this evening, Senator?" "Sick in bed with a bad headache," returned Warren, sitting down between the two women. "I would not have come to-night, but she insisted it would not be neighborly to back out at the last moment." "So, like an obedient American husband, you sacrificed yourself," laughed Nancy, her small foot keeping time to the dreamy strains of the waltz, "Brightest Eyes." "I am managing to have a very comfortable time," retorted the Senator. He ceased speaking as a man in uniform stepped to Nancy's side and touched her on the shoulder. "Miss Newton, you are to come with me." Nancy turned quickly, and her face whitened. The sword of Damocles had fallen. "What do you mean, Baker?" demanded Warren sharply. "That Miss Newton is under arrest, Mr. Senator. I advise the young lady to come quietly." Nancy rose. "I shall make no scene," she said haughtily. "Go on, sir, and I will follow." "I prefer that you should go first," said Baker quickly. "One moment," interrupted Warren. "Where are you taking Miss Newton?" Baker hesitated. "I insist on an answer." Senator Warren was a power on Capitol Hill, and the Secret Service officer did not care to offend him. "She is to be taken to the War Department. Secretary Stanton wishes to interview her," he answered at last. "My dear! My dear!" ejaculated Mrs. Bennett, who had sat speechless with surprise. "This is too dreadful. Can I not accompany you? or my husband? We know the secretary well, and will use our influence to secure your immediate release." "Miss Newton goes with me _alone_," interposed Baker harshly. "I will allow no outside interference." And he looked significantly at Mrs. Bennett. "Many thanks, Mrs. Bennett." The older woman colored hotly under her scrutiny, and Nancy's suspicions were instantly aroused. Had she and Lloyd planned her arrest? "I will not trouble you, however, to exert your influence in my behalf, because I am convinced I shall be set free the moment I have talked this affair over with Secretary Stanton. Senator Warren, will you take Aunt Metoaca home, and explain to her about this ridiculous arrest." "I will, and will join you afterward at the War Department. There is undoubtedly some explanation, and, as your friend, I will investigate the matter at once." Nancy impulsively extended her hand; she could not voice her thanks. It was some seconds before she regained her self-control; then she addressed Baker. "Now, Colonel, I am ready to go with you." She turned disdainfully, and walked proudly across the room, spoke to Mrs. Arnold, then went directly into the hall. "May I go for my wrap?" she asked the Secret Service officer, who followed at her heels. "No, send the maid for it," was the surly reply.