Three days later in response to a pitiful appeal from Dahlgren's father, Davis ordered the boy's body sent to Washington. The grave had been robbed. The sensation this created was second only to the raid itself. It was only too evident to the secret service of the Confederate Government that an organization of Federal spies honeycombed the city. The most desperate and determined efforts were put forth to unearth these conspirators. Captain Welford had made the discovery that the conspirators who had stolen Dahlgren's body had cut his curling blond hair and dispatched it to Washington. The bearer of this dispatch was a negro. He had been thoroughly searched, but no incriminating papers were found. The Captain had removed a lock of this peculiarly beautiful hair and allowed the messenger of love to go on his way determined to follow him on his return to Richmond and locate his accomplices. Dick's report of this affair to Jennie had started a train of ideas which again centered her suspicions on Socola. The night this body had been stolen she had sent for her lover in a fit of depression. The rain was pouring in cold, drizzling monotony. Her loneliness had become unbearable. He was not at home and could not be found. Alarmed and still more depressed she sent her messenger three times. The last call he made was long past midnight. Her suspicion of his connection with the service of the enemy had become unendurable. She had not seen or heard from him since the effort to find him that night. He was at his desk at work as usual next morning. She wrote him a note and begged that he call at once. He came within half an hour, a wistful smile lighting his face as he extended his hand: "I am forgiven for having been born abroad?" "I have sent for you--" "I've waited long." "It's not the first time I've asked you to call," she cried in strained tones. "No?" She held his gaze with steady intensity. "I sent for you the night young Dahlgren's body was stolen--" "Really?" "It was raining. I was horribly depressed. I couldn't endure the strain. I meant to surrender utterly and trust you--" "I didn't get your message--" "I know that you didn't--where were you?" "Engaged on important business for the Government--" "What Government?" "How can you ask such a question?" "I do ask it. I sent for you three times--the third time after midnight. It wasn't very modest, perhaps, I was so miserable I didn't care. I just wanted to put my arms around your neck and tell you to love me always--that nothing else mattered--" "Nothing else does matter, dearest--" "Yes--it does. It matters whether you have used me to betray my people. Where were you at twelve o'clock night before last?" "I'd rather not tell you--" "I demand it--" A quizzical smile played about Socola's handsome mouth as he faced her frankly. "I was in a gambling establishment--" "Whose?" "Johnnie Worsham's--" "What were you doing there? You neither drink nor gamble."