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Warren was shocked by the change in the spinster's worn face, which he saw more clearly in the light from the open door. "I will let you know the moment something new turns up." "Be careful how you send news to me," cautioned Miss Metoaca. "This house is under constant surveillance.
After a brief consultation with Nancy and Dwight, Warren summoned Miss Metoaca to the stand. The spinster's eyes filled with tears when she first saw Nancy. She was devoted to her niece, and the signs of suffering in Nancy's face cut her to the heart. She had to clear her throat twice to get rid of a suspicious lump before she could be duly sworn.
"I hope you suffered no indignities, Miss Metoaca," he asked, assisting her up the high steps; then, without waiting for an answer, he turned eagerly to Nancy, who colored hotly as she placed her hand for one second in his before entering the car. The trip to Winchester was uneventful.
I do not know the charge, Major," replied the lieutenant courteously. "How long do you propose keeping us here?" asked Nancy, slowly recovering from her astonishment. "Until further orders are received from Washington." "I haven't the faintest intention of staying here," announced Miss Metoaca, with rising indignation.
"We have passes from President Lincoln to go to Winchester, and to Winchester I am going." The lieutenant shook his head. "These orders supersede your passes. You will both have to come with me." "Indeed?" Miss Metoaca settled herself comfortably in her seat.
Deftly the women detectives went about their work. Nothing escaped their notice. Garments were held up to the light to see if anything lay concealed in the linings, some were ripped open; their shoes were examined with care. Nothing was discovered. "I hope you are satisfied," snapped Miss Metoaca, hot in spirit, but decidedly cold physically. "I do not enjoy impersonating Eve.
Bennett, startled out of her usual calm as a long-drawn howl came from the back of the house. "It's Misery. Poor dog! He is grieving his heart out for Nancy. I suspect Jonas has forgotten and shut him in the pantry." Miss Metoaca made a motion to rise. "Sit still, dear." Mrs. Bennett detained her by a gesture. "I will go and release Misery."
As Miss Metoaca passed Nancy she bent over and whispered tenderly: "Don't worry, my darling; you will be acquitted." Then she was gone. Mr. Davis rose. "May I ask the indulgence of the court," he said nervously, "that a recess be taken until to-morrow morning? Our senior counsel, Senator Warren, has been called away." "Has he been called out of town?" asked the president. "Oh, no, Colonel."
Gathering her ample skirts about her, and with Goddard in close attendance rendering what assistance he could, the spinster plunged through the mud until she reached the car step, by the side of which hung two pictures of a woman, illustrating the proper and improper way to get on and off a car. Miss Metoaca paused to take breath and readjust her Fanchon bonnet.
After Symonds discovered the pocketbook was missing, he and Doctor Ward searched Goddard's clothing, as well as the room, but found no trace of the book or the despatch." "Have you formed any theory as to how Major Goddard came to be lying in the room unconscious?" inquired Miss Metoaca. "Well." Warren stroked his gray beard thoughtfully.
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