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Updated: June 21, 2025
She turned the pages hastily five sheets had been torn out! The book fell unheeded on the floor, as Miss Metoaca bowed her head in her trembling hands. On the morning of the tenth, Senator Warren had difficulty in reaching the office building on Fourteenth Street, where Nancy's trial was to be held.
Without answering, the spinster hastened to her tent; she returned in a few moments with the necessary article and, pulling the edges of the wounds together, Gurley bandaged them as best he could. "Won't a sip of this do him good?" inquired Miss Metoaca, unscrewing the stopper of a small flask. Lloyd forced some of the brandy down Goddard's throat.
But Miss Metoaca had a well-developed bump of order, the terror of her servants, and nothing escaped her eagle eye. One glance showed her the desk ornaments had been moved. Dropping her pen, Miss Metoaca opened several of the drawers. One look was enough to show her that their contents had been disturbed. Every paper was tossed and tumbled.
"Lloyd had been dead some hours before they found him; secondly, one of the windows was open top and bottom, which ventilated the room. The chloroform probably evaporated quickly, and left no tell-tale odor behind." "And do you mean to tell me that those idiots believe on such flimsy evidence as that that Nancy killed Lloyd!" exclaimed Miss Metoaca wrathfully.
Goddard quickly supplied the desired information, and Tucker rode up to the wagon. "I am sorry to inconvenience you, ladies," he said, "but I must take you with me to headquarters." Miss Metoaca and Nancy had sat spellbound watching Goddard's capture with startled eyes. "Very well," said Miss Metoaca, with resignation, drawing a long breath.
Though a witness for the defence, the judge advocate asked the first question, as is the custom in all courts-martial. "Are you related to the accused?" he asked, when Miss Metoaca was finally settled in her chair. "She is my niece, my brother's only child." At that moment an orderly entered the room and handed a note to Warren.
He will move heaven and earth to discover how Nancy secured the key to the information she is accused of giving to Pegram. She can expect no leniency there. Baker also is determined to prove that she stole the recovered despatch from Lloyd. He insists she is implicated in some way in the captain's mysterious death." Miss Metoaca drew a long breath.
After about an hour's ride over a rough road, that was really nothing more than a cow path, they turned to the east until they reached a creek. Tucker shouted an order to his men, then turned to Miss Metoaca. "We will bivouac in the woods yonder, near this ford," he said courteously. "It is impossible for us to reach Mosby to-night."
I am quite ready to commence at once, Captain Foster." In the meantime the seats provided for the spectators in the back of the room were being rapidly filled. Both Miss Metoaca and Nancy were very popular in Washington society, and all their friends and relatives who could procure cards of admission from the authorities had arrived early so as not to miss any of the proceedings.
In addition to this, there is the disappearance of that important despatch." Miss Metoaca made no remark, so Warren resumed his argument. "The first and most important thing in solving a murder mystery is to find a motive for the crime. When that is once established, the means are easy to prove. The thing that will militate the most against Nancy is the timeliness of Captain Lloyd's death.
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