Silence reigned in the room as she finished. His eyes were closed and he gave every appearance of having fallen into a deep sleep. His mind was keenly alert, however, and digested every word she uttered. At length he arose from his composure and limped to the window at the further end of the room. "I shall ask for a new command," he said quietly, "and we shall be removed for all time from this accursed place. I shall do service again." "Better to await developments. Attend to your trial first. Plan for the future later." "I shall obey the wishes of the people." "The people! A motley collection of fools! They have eyes and ears but no more. They know everything and can do nothing." "I don't know what to do. I...." "I told you what to do," she interrupted his thought and finished it for him. "I told you to join Anderson. I told you to go to New York and make overtures to General Clinton. That's what you should do. Seek respect and power and honor for your old age." "That I shall not do. Washington loves me and my people will not desert me to my enemies. The court-martial is the thing." "As you say. But remember my prophecy." He turned and again sought his chair. She arose to assist him into it. "I wonder who that fellow could be! He knew it all." "Did you not hear?" "No. I have seen no one who could report to me. The details were missing." "Did you ever stop to think of the spy in the garden?" "I did." "That was the man, I am sure. You know his body has not been found, and if I am not mistaken, it was present at that meeting hall." "We shall learn of his identity. We shall learn." "Too late! Too late!" He again dozed off while she watched him. For several minutes they sat in this manner until she stole out of the room and left him alone. Soon he was wrapped in the arms of a gentle slumber. Some time later she aroused him. CHAPTER X I A fortnight later there came to the Allison home a messenger from Stephen in the person of Sergeant Griffin. He appeared at the doorway just as the shroud of eventide was being enfolded about the landscape, changing its hues of green and gray to the more somber ones of blue or purple; just at the time when the indoor view of things is about to be made apparent only by the artificial beams of the tallow and dip. "Hail!" he said; "I have business with Matthew Allison." "From Stephen?" Marjorie asked with evident interest. He shook his head. "The trial----" "Oh!" exclaimed Marjorie. Plainly she was relieved at the nature of the message. Then she turned. "Father!" she called. "I am coming directly," cried Mr. Allison from the rear.