"I thought you a friend," Millard retorted, bitterly. "Great Heavens, Daisy, if you had been on my side through thick and thin, in good report and ill, I could have defied all these idiots in Washington. What an ally you would have been! But you chose to be an enemy." "An enemy to my country's enemies, yes," replied the girl, steadily. "Do you hate me, Daisy?" "I don't know," the girl answered, thoughtfully. "Do you hate me, now, Donald Graves?" "I wish I knew," uttered the man. "But it's hard to turn love like mine into hate at a moment's notice. Daisy, the nights are coming when you'll wake up with a frightened start, and sob as you remember how you turned me over to--" "To the officers of the country that you have done your best to betray," broke in the girl, firmly. "No, no, Donald! Do not imagine that I shall shed any tears for you, seen or unseen. Mr. Benson, I am ready, if you wish to place--your--your--prisoner in the cab beside me." "It seems like a beastly outrage to do it," muttered Jack, full of misgivings. "Not at all," declared the girl, steadily. "I am glad to see this man on his way to the bar of justice." Jack assisted Daisy Huston, with the utmost deference, to a seat inside the vehicle. Then he turned to motion to handcuffed Millard--or Graves--that he was to take the seat beside the woman he had hoped to make his wife. "I'll ride close alongside, to make sure there's no unpleasant conduct toward Miss Huston," volunteered Mr. Abercrombie. Jack Benson again climbed to the cab box. "You know I have the pistol," muttered Jack, showing the driver the weapon. "There's no need to ride through the town with the weapon in my hand. But, if you try to cut up any tantrums, you may be sure you'll find your own wrists inside of handcuffs." "I know when I ain't got no show at all," growled the sullen driver. "Drive ahead, then--into Washington, and straight to police headquarters." Lieutenant Abercrombie, R.N., jogged his own mount steadily alongside, so that he could at all times command a view of the interior. Millard--Donald Graves--would have opened some conversation with Daisy Huston, but the disdainful girl cut him short. As the cab rolled into the busier streets of Washington Lieutenant Abercrombie drew a little further away from the cab, in order not to attract attention, though he still remained actively on guard. The prisoner's manacled hands did not show to the people passing on the sidewalks. So, altogether, no passersby thought to turn to look after the cab. Just as the little procession turned a street corner to drive direct to the door of police headquarters, Abercrombie waved a hand carelessly to three pedestrians on the sidewalk. "Abercrombie!" cried Lieutenant Ulwin. "And there's Benson on the box of that hack!" "Come right along into headquarters," whispered Abercrombie. "Don't make any noise."