The Loyalist: A Story of the American RevolutionBarrett, James Francis
History
The Loyalist: A Story of the American Revolution
Barrett, James Francis
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
This was news indeed. No longer did she recline against the seat of the
canoe, but raised herself upright.
"How did you ever discover it?"
"My first reading of the note filled me with suspicion. Its tone was too
impersonal. When I asked for it, I was impelled by the sole desire to
study it the more carefully at my own leisure. That night I found
certain markings over some of the letters. These I jotted down and
rearranged until I had found the hidden message."
She gazed at him in wonder.
"It was directed to her, I presume, because of her friendship with the
Military Governor; and carried the suggestion that His Excellency be
interested in the proposed formation of the Regiment. From that moment
my energies were directed to one sole end. I watched Arnold and those
whom he was wont to entertain. Eventually the trail narrowed down to
Peggy and Anderson."
She drew a deep breath, but said nothing.
"The night I played the spy in the park my theory was confirmed."
"Yes, you told me of that incident. It was not far from here."
She turned to search the distance behind her.
"No. Just down the shore behind his great house." He pointed with his
finger in the direction of Mount Pleasant.
"And Peggy was a party to the conspiracy!" she exclaimed with an audible
sigh.
"She exercised her influence over Arnold from the start. She and
Anderson were in perfect accord."
"I am sorry. She has disappointed me greatly."
"She has a very pretty manner and a most winsome expression; but she is
extremely subtle and fully accomplished in all manner of artifice. She
was far too clever for your frank simplicity."
"I never suspected her for an instant."
"It was she who set the trap for Arnold; it was she who made it possible
for Anderson to rise to the heights of favor and influence; it was she
who encouraged her husband in his misuse of authority; and I venture to
say, it was she who rendered effective the degree of friendship which
began to exist between yourself and this gentleman."
Marjorie blushed at the irony.
They were drifting above the cove in the slowest manner. Only
occasionally did he dip the paddle into the water to change the course
of the little craft, or to push it ahead a little into the more shaded
places. Marjorie did not assist in this, for he desired her to sit in
the bow facing him, while he, himself, essayed the task of paddler.
There was little of exertion, however, for the two had no other object
in view than the company of their own selves. And so they drifted
aimlessly about the stream.
"Yes, I think that I ought to leave tomorrow for White Plains to confer
with His Excellency."
"I should be the last to hinder you in the performance of duty. By all
means, go."
"Of course it may be no more than a suspicion, but if you are sure of
what Anderson said, then I think that the matter should be brought to
the attention of the Commander-in-chief."
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