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Again Warren hesitated and twirled his beard with nervous fingers; then burst out, "I wouldn't give that" he snapped his fingers derisively "for my defence! Louise, except Miss Metoaca, there is not one person I can call as a witness in Nancy's behalf. God help the girl! My only hope is to shake or discredit the testimony of the Government's witnesses."
"At present, Miss Metoaca, we are all groping in the dark, but I hope for enlightenment soon." "When will the military commission hold the trial?" Miss Metoaca followed Warren into the hall. "As soon as Major Goddard is able to testify. He is one of the most important witnesses. Now, Miss Metoaca, do stop worrying."
Nancy looked gratefully at the President as she tried to keep step with his long strides. "The change will do Aunt Metoaca good, she has been too long in Washington without a change of air, and I am worried about her condition." Lloyd rejoined the little procession at the corner of New York Avenue and Seventeenth Street.
"Miss Newton will be given an opportunity to clear herself of the charges against her before a military commission. Until then she must remain in solitary confinement." Miss Metoaca refused to be cast down by her rebuffs, and doggedly persisted in her efforts to obtain Nancy's freedom.
Reluctantly Goddard rose and assisted Miss Metoaca in handing the sandwiches, cakes, and cold coffee to Nancy. They did full justice to the good things provided by Miss Metoaca's excellent cook, and lingered over the improvised lunch table.
The rough and ready camp was soon organized, and a special shelter was arranged for Miss Metoaca and Nancy on the extreme left of the camp fire. They had watched the preparations with interest and, glad of the warmth of the fire, sat as near it as they conveniently could while a hasty meal was being cooked. From the first moment of their capture Lloyd had watched Nancy like a lynx.
He opened the door of the empty waiting room, and with flashing eyes and heightened color Miss Metoaca and Nancy disappeared inside the door. Goddard started to follow them, but the lieutenant laid a detaining hand on his arm as he closed the door. "Will you come with me, Major. I have orders not to allow you to hold communication with the ladies."
"Discouraged?" echoed Miss Metoaca, winking violently. "When I think of my dear Nancy in that place I'd I'd like to murder some one myself!" And she slammed the front door viciously as a slight vent to her over-wrought feelings. About the same hour that Senator Warren and Miss Metoaca were conferring together, Colonel Baker, much dissatisfied in mind, was walking moodily along F Street.
He had no authority to keep them under arrest unless he had found positive evidence of their guilt. He thought over the situation quickly, and came to a sudden decision. "If I have put you to annoyance, it was but in the line of duty," he said gravely. "Accept my apologies, ladies." "Seems to me they come a little late in the day," retorted Miss Metoaca, struggling into her wrap.
"How could a blind man do all that and not overturn one thing in the room?" asked Warren quietly. "How do you know he didn't?" snapped Miss Metoaca, sticking to her theory with grim determination. "Because Symonds declares there was no sign of confusion in the room when he found the two men one dead one unconscious." "Always Symonds!" grumbled Miss Metoaca disgustedly.
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