"Have you noticed any agitation?" "There has been a little disturbance," Mr. Allison admitted, "but no violence. It has been talk more than anything. Many are wondering who you are and how you obtained your information. Others are considerably taken back by the unveiling of Anderson. The greatest of respect is being shown to us on the street, and congratulations are being offered to us from all sides." "I am glad the sentiment has changed. It now looks like the dawn of a better day. We should be spurred on, however, to greater endeavor in the manifestation of our loyalty, especially among the minority Tory element." Outside, the street was beginning to feel the impulse of life. Over across, the buildings shone with the brightness of the morning sun which was reflected mildly from the glassy windows. There was a silent composure about it all, with no sound save the footfalls of the passing horse or the rattle of the business wagon. Somewhere across the street the man with the violin continued his fiddling. "Does that keep up all day?" "Almost! It is amusing to hear Griff swearing at him. The humorous part of it is that he plays but one tune, 'Yankee Doodle.'" "Can't ye steal it some night?" asked Jim, "an' bust it over 's head." "I don't care," laughed Stephen, "he doesn't bother me." The door opened and shut. Sergeant Griffin entered, saluted Stephen and took the hands of the visitors. "Well, what do you think of the boy?" "I alwa's said he wuz a good boy." "The fun hasn't begun yet," announced the Sergeant. "I have just learned that the City Council has met, and is about to issue formal charges against General Arnold." Stephen whistled. "They are glad of this opportunity," he announced quietly. "Reed never took kindly to him, not from the first day," declared Mr. Allison. "Well, if Reed gits after 'm he'll make the fur fly. He's a bad man when he gits goin'." "Did you say they had met?" Stephen inquired. "I understand they have. The affair of last night is being talked of freely on the street. And they are talking about you, most of all, and wonder if you had been sent by Washington to uncover this. One thing is certain: Arnold is in disgrace and the sooner he gets out of here the better it will be for him." "The General likes 'im and p'rhaps 'll give 'im a transf'r." "By the way!" interrupted Mr. Allison. "My girl wants to see you." "See me?" Stephen quickly repeated, pointing to himself. "She told me on leaving to tell you." "Very well. Is it urgent?" "No. I guess not. She didn't say it as if it were." "Tell her for me, I shall go as soon as I can." "What's th' next thin' t' do?" asked Jim.