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"I've got three men round at the back, Mr. Hardaway," he said. "It's impossible for any one to leave the place." "Anything fresh to tell me?" "There are two men in the place besides the governor butler and footman, dressed in livery. They sleep out, and only come after lunch." Hardaway paused to consider for a moment.
Quest drew a long breath. The man who stood glaring at him was well-dressed and still young. He was unarmed, however, and Quest secured him in a moment. "The girl's mad!" he said sullenly. "No one wanted to do her any harm." Hardaway and his men came trooping up the stairs. Quest relinquished his prisoner and went over to Lenora. "I've been so frightened," she sobbed.
Quest turned to Hardaway. "I'll take the young lady away," he said. "You know where to find us." Hardaway nodded and Quest supported Lenora down the stairs and into the taxi-cab, which was still waiting. She leaned back and he passed his arm around her. "Are you faint?" he asked anxiously, as they drove towards the hotel. "A little," she admitted, "not very. But oh! I am so thankful so thankful!"
J. Thompson Brown, afterward by Col. R. A. Hardaway. This regiment was made up of the second and third companies of Richmond Howitzers, the Powhatan battery commanded by Captain Dance, the Roanoke battery commanded by Captain Griffin, and Rockbridge battery commanded by Captain Graham, with four guns to each of the five batteries.
"We'll talk as we go." They entered a taxi and drove off westwards. "Mr. Quest," he went on, "for two months we have been on the track of a man and a woman whom we strongly suspect of having decoyed half a dozen perfectly respectable young women, and shipped them out to South America." "The White Slave Traffic!" Quest gasped. "Something of the sort," Hardaway admitted.
Get Turk and Hardaway and every white man you can lay hands on, and all the guns you can find. And send one o' the black boys up the hill to tell the Major. Like as not, he ain't up yet." Helgerson hastened away to obey his orders, and Caleb Gordon went out to the foundry scrap yard.
"Look here," Quest suggested, "they know all you, of course, and they'll never let you in until they're forced to. I'm a stranger. Let me go. I'll get in all right." Hardaway peered around the corner of the street. "All right," he assented. "We shall follow you up pretty closely, though." Quest stepped back into the taxi and gave the driver a direction.
We not only want to put our hand upon the guilty persons, but we want to bring the crime home to them." "I see that," Quest assented. "How much farther is this place?" "We're there," Hardaway told him. He stopped the cab and they got out. A man who seemed to be strolling aimlessly along, reading a newspaper, suddenly joined them. "Well, Dixon?" his chief exclaimed. The man glanced around.
Mclntosh 's Battalion. Johnson's Battery. Hardaway Artillery. Danville " 2d Rockbridge Artillery. Pegram's Battalion. Peedee Artillery. Fredericksburg Artillery. Letcher " Purcell Battery. Crenshaw's Battery. Poague's Battalion. Madison Artillery. Albemarle " Brooke " Charlotte " Organization of the Army of the Valley District.
Hardaway demanded. Quest drew a photograph from his pocket and passed it silently over. The official glanced at it and down at some papers which lay before him. Then he looked at the clock. "Mr. Quest," he said, "it is just possible that your visit here has been an exceedingly opportune one." He snatched his hat from a rack and took Quest by the arm. "Come along with me," he continued.
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