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Thorne straighte up and laid his revolver on the table. The two confronted each other," and it looks could have killed they had both been dead men. The soldier shrugged his shouiders at last, took his hand kerchief out of his pocket, put ome end of it between his teeth, and with | the other hand wrapped it tightly around his wounded wrist. The civilian meantime advanced toward him, keeping him covered with his revolver. "Do you know why 1 didn't kill you ke the dog you are, just now" he asked truculently, as he drew nearer. "Because you are such a damned 'bad shot, I suppose," coolly answered 'Thorne between his teeth, still tying the bandage, after which he calmly {picked up his cigar and began smok- ing again with the utmost indifference. Whatever fate had in store for him could better be met, he thought swift his temper, and so he spoke as non- chalantly as before. Indeed his man- mer had always been most frritating and exacerbating to Arreisford, "Maybe you will change your mind about 'that later on," the latter re Joined. 2 "Well, 1 hope 80," said Thorne, com. pleting his bandage and tying the knot 50 as to leave the fingers of his left hand free. "You see, it isn't pleasant to be riddled up this way." "Next time you'll be riddled some- Where else besides the wrist. There's only one reason why you are not lying there now with a bullet through your head." "Only one?" queried Thorne. "Only one." "Do I hear it? "You do. I gave my word of honor to some one outside that I wouldn't kill you, and--" "Oh, then this isn't a little tete-a- tete just between ourselves. You have some one with you?" asked 'Thorne, in- terested greatly in this new develop ment, wondering who the some otie was who had interfered In his behalf. Perhaps that evident friendship might be turned to account later on. For & moment not an idea of who was there entered Thorne's mind. "Yes, I have some one with me, Captain Thorne, who takes quite an Interest in, what you are doing to- night," returned Arrelsford sneer ingly. "That {8 very. kind, I am sure. | Is the--er--gentleman ROINg to stay out there all alone ou the balcony or shall I have the pleasure -of Inviting him In here and having a charming little three-handed--" The third party answered the ques- tion, for Kdith Varney came through the window with "the shattered pane through which Arrelsford had fired and entered. Thorne was shocked beyond measure by her arrival, not the slightest suspicion that she could have been there had crossed his mind 80 she had been an eye witness to his treachery. He had faced Arrels- ford's pistol with the utmost com pos- ure; there was something in Edith Varney's look that cut him to the heart, yet she did not look at him either, On the contrary, she carefully avojded his glance. Instead she turned to Arrelsford. "I think I will go, Mr. Arrelsford," she safd in a low, choked voice, "Not yet, Miss Varney," he said per- emptorily, The girl gave him no heed. She turned and walked blindly toward the door. . "I don't wish to stay here any long- er," she. faltered. "One moment, please," sald Arrels- ford, as she stopped, "we need you." "For" what "As a witness" "You can send for me if you need me; I will be at home." 0 "I am sorry," said Arrelsford, again interposing, "I will have to detain you until I turn him over to the guard. It won't take long." The middle window was open and he stepped' to it, still keeping an eye on Thorne, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Call the guard! Corporal of the guard! Send up the guard to the tel egraph office!" The note of triumph in his voice was unmistakable. From the street the three inside heard a faint ery: . "What's the matter?" 'who calls the guard "Up .here In the telegraph office," said Arrelsford, "senll them up quick." The answer was evidently sufficient, for they could hear the orders and the tumult in the square below. "Corporal of the guard, post four! Fall in the guard! Fall in! Lively, men!" and so on. ¥ The game appeared to be up this time. Mr. Arrelsford held all the win- ning eards, thought Thorne, and he was playing them skillfully. He ground his teeth af the thought that another moment and the order, would have been sent probably beyond recall, Fate had played him a scurvy trick, it had thwarted him' at the last move, and Arrelsford had so contrived that his treachery had heen before the woman he loved. Under other the wound in his wrist would, have Biven ly at this juncture, provided he kept || scarcely realized at the time that he had been hurt. Arrelsford still stood by the win- dow, glancing out on the square but keeping Thorne under close observa- tion. The evil look in his eyes and the malicious sneer 61" his lips well seconded the expression of triumph in his face. He had the man he hated where he wanted him. It was a splen- did plece of work that he had per- 1 and in the performance he @ated his private vengeance and car ied out his public duty. i On his part, Thorne was absolutely ! There was that in the bear- ing of the woman he idved that pre- vented him from approaching her. He abot a: mute look of appeal to her, which she received with marble face, apparently absolutely indifferent to was suffering In 'hér anguish turned desperately to Arrelsford. e me downstairs [ myself," returned had not heard. resolutely toward the reached it the heavy guard was heard. sald Arrelsford trium- "you can't go now, the guard could hear the approaching soldiers as well as anybody. The way was barred, she realized instantly, Well, it she could not escape, at least she could get out of sight. She turned ang opened the nearest window and stepped out. Arrelsford knew that she could not go far, and that he could produce her whenever he wanted her. He made no objection to her depart. ure that way, therefore. Instead he looked at Thorne. "I have you just where I want you at last" he said mockingly, as the trampling feet came nearer. "You thought you were mighty smart, but | you will find that I can match your | trick every time." Outside in the hall the men came to a sudden halt before the door. of them knocked loudly upon it. "What's the matter here?" cried the ' sergeant of the guard without. The handle was tried and the door was shoved violently, but the brass | bolt held, "Let us in!" he cried angrily. Quick as a flash of lightning an idea | came to Thorne. "Bergeant!" 'he shouted im a power ful voice... "Sergeant of the guard!" "Sir!" "Break down the door! Break it down with your musket butts!" As the butts of the muskets pound- ed against the heavy mahogany pan- ¢ls Arrelsford eried out in great sur prise: : "What did you say?" in his astonishment he did not no- tice a swift movement Thorne made toward the door "You want them in, don't you?" the soldier said, as he approached the door. "It is locked and--" But Arrelsford recovered himself a little and. again presented his re volver. "Stand where you are," he cried, but Thorne by this time had reached the door. v "Smash it down, sergeant," he cried. "What are you waiting for? Batter it down!" The next moment the door gave way with a crash, and into the room poured the guard. The grizzled old sergeant had scarcely stepped inside the room | when Thorne shouted in tones of the fiercest authority, pointing at Arrels- ford: "Arrest that man!" Before the dazed secret service agent could say a word or press the trigger the soldiers were upon him. "He got in here with a revolver," continued Thorne more quietly, "and is playing hell with it. Hold bim tast]™ CHAPTER XIV. The Call of the Key. This astonishing denouement fairly paralyzed Arrelsford. With a daring and ability for which he had not given Thorne credit, and which was totaly unexpected, although what he had learned of his previous career might have given him' some warning, the tables had been turned upon him by a man whom he confidently fancied he had entrapped beyond possibility o escaped! His amazement held him speechlos for a moment, but his natural fe sourcefulness came back to him wit his returning presence of Rid He knew the futility of an atlémpt * struggle with his captors, he thorafore decided to try to reason with them. "Sergeant," he began, quietly enough, "my orders are" But Thorne would not let him cop- tinue. Having gained the advantuss he was deterinined to keep it to the end and for that purpose he followed up his first blow, ruthlessly pressing hard. : Pain; ge &t was bo He orders!" he interrupt: n . Tn--. ot = ry TR One | velit got orders to shoot up everybody you see in this office, have you? i . This was too much for Arrelsford, and he made a desperate plunge for ward to get at Thorne, who shook his wounded wrist in the secret service igent's face. The soldiers held him -ightly, however, and Thorne Cob "uued hotly; "Get his gun away, sergeant! hell hurt somebody." While the soldiers--who appeared {0 entertain no doubt and to have no Jesitancy whatever about obeying Thorne's orders, the latter evidently the military man of the two and his volce and bearing, to say nothing of his uniform, telling heavily against civilian like Arrelsford--were taking the revolver out of his hands, Thorne table. His blood was up and Be would send the dispatch now before the whole assemblage, before the Confed- erate government or its army if neo essary. 'a : "Arrelsford burst out in a Inst vate. attempt to stop him: "Listen to me, sergeant," he piend- ed desperately, "he is going to send out a false telgram and" "That'll do," grufly sald of the guard, shaking his fist tu Arrels- ford's face, "what 18 ft all about, oxp- tain?" - "All about? I haven't the slightest Idea. He says he comes from some of- fice or other. I was sending of some important official dispatches here and he began by letting off his gun at we. Crazy lunatic, I think.™ "It's a He!" said Arrelsford furious. ly. "Let me speak--I will--prove--" "Here!" sald the sergeant of the guard, "that'll do now. What shal | do with him, eaptain?" "l don't care a damn what you do with him. Get him out of here, that's all I want." "Very well, sir. Are you much hurt?" "Oh, no. He did up one band, but I can gét along with the other all right," sald Thorne, sitting down at the table and seizing the key. ; "Stop him!" o Arrelsford, fully divining that Thotne intended to send the message, "He's sending a--wait!" A thought came to him. "Ask Miss Varney, she saw him--ask Miss Var- ney." But the old sergeant of the guard paid no attention whatever to his fran- tic appeals. "Here, fall in there!" he said. "Well get him out, captain. Have you got him, men? Forward then!" Struggling furiously the squad of soldiers forced Artelsford to the door. Thorne paid absolutely no attention to them; le had forgotten their presence. Like his dttention; bis mind and heart were on they key again. But he was ! | "Get His Gun Away, He'll Hurt i Somebody." | fated to meet with still another inter: ! ruption. "Halt there!" cried a sharp voice {from the hall, just as the 'group | reached the door. | "Halt! Left face!" cried the ser. geant in turn, recognizing t here was a superior whom it were well to obey without question or hesitation. "Here Is General Randolph," sald the' voice outside, giving the name of one of the high officers of the Rich mond garrison. ~ "Present arms!" cried the sergeant of the guard as General Randolph ap peared in the doorway. Following him were some officers of his staff and by his side was the im posing figure of Miss Caroline Mitford. The humiliation and indignation had vanished from her bearing which was one of . unmitigated triumph. She threw a glance at Arrelsford which bode ill for that young man. The gen- eral @ntered the room and stopped be- fore the secret service agent, who stood in front of the guard, although he had been released by the men. "What's all this about? he asked peremptorily. Although he knew that something importani- 'was trauspiring, and that the newcomer was a man of rank, Thorne never turned his head. At whatever cost, he realized he must get the telegram off, and from the look of things it. appeared that his only chance was then and there. He did not care it the president of the Confederate States of America were there {n per son, his mind and soul were on the or der. He was frantically calling the station he wanted, the one indicated by "Plan 3," and he had the doctored dispatch, to which he had pasted the secretary's signature, spread out on the table before him. "What's all this about refusing to send out Miss Mitford's telegram?" be- gan General Randolph peremptorily. "Some of your work, I understand, Mr. Arrelsford." "Genera!" eried Arrelsfurd breath lessiy. "They Bave arrested me. It is a conspiracy--" He turned toward Thorne. "Stop that man, for God's sake stop him before it's too late!" At this juncture, Caroline Mitford turped from the rodm and joined old Martha in the hall, and disappeared. She had on come. "With the gen- once more turned to the telegraph | not care to have her precious dispatch made thé subject of discussion before 80 many people. "Stop him!" exclaimed the general. "What do you mean?" It was evident that he dispatch was not to go out then. Thorne had not succeeded in getting an answer to his sigual. He left the key, rose and saluted. 0 "He means me, sir," he said. "He's got an idea some dispatch I'm sending out is a trick of the Yankees." "It is a conspiracy!" cried Arrels ford. "He is an impostor--" "Why, the man must have gone crazy, general," said Thorne coolly, holding his position by the table and listening with all his ears for the re turn signal. : "1 came here on a case for" ex postulated Arrelstord. "Wait!" sald General Randolph. *1 will soon get at the bottom of this What was he doing when you came in, sergeant? he asked of the non-com- missioned officer in charge of the "He was firing on the captain, sir," answered the sergeant saluting. ly, his face flushed at the word "Har," but he controlled himself. "General," he said, "if you have any doubt about that dispatch, send it back to the war department and have it verified." : It was a splendid, magnificent bluff, So overwhelming in its assurance that even Arrelsford himself was petrified 4 with astonishment, He was morally certain that Thorpe was a federal se cret service agent and that the dis- patch was a forgery, yet it would take but a few minutes to send it over to the secretary's office and convict him out of his own mouth. What could the man mean! "That's a good idea," said General Randolph. He hesitated a moment and then turned to thé guard. "Sergeant," he sald, "take this dispatch over to the secretary's office and--" At that moment, the key which had Deen silent began a lvely clicking. General Randolph turned toward it, and Thorne made a quick step in the same direction. "What's that? asked the general. Thorne stood 'by the desk listening while the key clicked out the mes- "He was sending out a false order|sage. to weaken our lines at Cemetery Hill, and I--ah----Miss Varney, she was here, She saw it all" explained Arreisford.| "Miss Varney! exclaimed the gen. eral. ° "Yes, air" "The generals daughter? "Yea, air" . "And what was she doing here? . "She came to see for herself wheth- er this man was gullty or not; whether he was a spy or a traitor." "Is this some personal matter of yours, Mr. Arrelsford?" asked the gen- eral suspiciously. s "He was & visitor at her house and I wanted her to know." -- "Where is she now? Where is Miss Varney?" asked Randolph impattently. "She must be out there on the bal- cony," answered Arrelsford. "I beg you to send for her, sir." : "Sergeant," said General Randolph, "step out on the balcony. Present my compliments to Miss Varney, and ask her to come in at once." In a moment the sergeant returned. "There 18 no one there, sir," he re- plied saluting. At that instant Thorne got the long desired signal. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned to the Xey. He picked up the dispatch with his wounded left hand and with the other began to minipulate the sounder. "She must be there," sald Arrels- ford, "or else she's stepped ipto the next room, the commissary general's office, the window was open, tell him to--ah!" as the sound of the clicking caught his ear, "Stop him. He is send- ing it now!" Mr. Arrelsford's distress was so overwhelming and so genuine that something of the man's suspicion was communicated to the general. "One moment, captain," he said. Captain Thorne, of course, had no option but to release the keéy.! He Stopped sending and dropped the dis pateh, saluting. "Now, Mr. Arrelsford," said the gen eral, "what have you to do with the military telegraph department?" "This is a secret service case; they assigned it to me, sir." "What is a secrét service case?" "The whole plot to send the order. It's the Yankee secret service. He is a member of it and his brother brought in the signal tonight."™ / "I beg your pardon, sir," said Thorne, "this dispatch ought to go out at once, sir. It came from the sec retary of war and it is very urgent." "Go ahead with it," said General Randolph. Thorne needed no further permis- sion than that, dropped to his seat, and once more seized the fatal key. "No, no!" cried Arrelsford. "Don't let him--I tell you it's a--" "Silence, sir,>-thundered Randolph. "Do you kn what he is telling them?" persisted Arrelsford. "No, do you?" =» "Yes," returned the secret service agent. "Wait a. moment, Captain Thorne," said the general, impressed in spite of himself by this man's earnestness, which made him disregard all orders, commands and everything else. "Where {8s the dispatch?" :Captain Thorne picked up the paper and handed it to the general, and then stepped back. He had played his last card. He played ft desperatsly, bold- ly and well. "Well?" asked the general, looking from the dispatch to the accuser, "what has he been telling them?" "He began tp give an order to with- draw Marston's division from its pres- ent position," sald Arrelsford, making} a brilliant and successful guess at the prot.ble point of attack in "Plan 3." "That is perfectly ' correct," said' General Randolph, looking at thé 'pa- per. . "Yes, by that dispatch, but that dis- patch is a forgery. It is af order to withdraw a whole division from a vital point. A false order, he wrote it hime self. This is the turning point of the whole plot." : | "But why should he write it him- self? If he wanted to send a false or- der, he could send it without putting it down on paper, couldn't he?' "Yes," admitted Arrelsford, but he went on with acuteness, "if any of the operators came back they would citoh him doing it. With that order and the secretary's signature he could go right on. He could even order one of them to send it." "And pray how did he get the secre | tary"s signature to a forged telegram 1" asked General Randolph. * ee "He tore it off a genuine dispatch. Why, general, look at that dispateh in your band yourself. The secretary's signature is pasted on, I saw him do it" : "They often come that way, sir" said Thorne pone ; : Arrelstory. "They never do!" . ag "He is x lar!" cried Thorue stepped forward tmpulsive- "Adjutant General Chesney," he spelt out slowly. "Oh, from 'the front, then? sald "Yes, sir" answered Thorne. "What Is he saying?" Thorne stepped to the table and bent over the clicking key. "His com- pliments, sir," he Yead off slowly. "He asks"--waiting for a few minutes-- "for the rest,"--still another paise-- "of that dispatch--he says it's of vital importance, sir, and--" The communication which Thorne had made to General Raudolph was in itself of vital importance. The gen- eral was too good a soldier not to know the dunger of delay in the Carry- ing out of military 'maneuver which Was probably part of some general plan of attack or defense of which he Was not privy. He.made up his mind Instantly. He took the dispatch from the haud of the sergeant and turned, it over to Thorne again. "Let hinr-have it," he said decisively, The captain with his heart pounding dike mad sat down at the table and selzed the key. Was he going to 'com- plete the dispatch? Was the plan to be carried out. Had ne triumphed in the bold and desperately played game by his splendid courage, resourceful- ness, and assurance? His eyes shone, the colo came - back into his pale cheeks as his hands trembled on the key. "Genéral!" you »" "That's enough, sir. We will have you examined at headquarters" At that instant Lieutenant Foray came rapidly into the room. "Thank God!" cried Arrelsford, as he caught sight of him. "There's a witness, he was sent away on a forged order, ask him?" Another interruption, thought Thorne, desperately fingering the keys. If they would only give him a minute more he could complete the order, but he was not to have that minute apparently. "Wait, captain," said Genera] Ran- dolph quickly, and again the key was silent. "Now, sir," he said to Lieu- tenant Foray, "where did you come from ?™ The leutenant did not ail compre- hend what was toward, but his answer to that question was plain, "There was some mistake, sir," he answered, saluting. "Ah!" eried Arrelsford, a note of triumph in his voice. "Who made it?" asked the general. 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