Mohun leaned toward the spy.
"Let us proceed to 'call names,'" he said. "The man you rescued from
the grave was Colonel Darke?"
"Exactly, general."
"Is that his real name, or a false one?"
Swartz hesitated; then replied:--
"A false one."
"His real name?"
"Mortimer."
"And the lady is--?"
"His wife, general."
"Good," said Mohun, "you are well informed, I see, my dear Mr. Swartz;
and it is a pleasure to converse with a gentleman who knows so much,
and knows it so accurately."
"You flatter my pride, general!"
"I do you justice--but to the point. Your story was cut off in the
middle. After the interview in Washington, you continued to see Colonel
Darke and his wife?"
"I saw them frequently, general."
"In the army--and at their home, both?"
"Yes, general."
"Where did they live?"
"Near Carlisle, Pennsylvania."
"Where you were on a visit, just before the battle of Gettysburg?"
"Yes, general."
"Very good!"
And rising quickly, Mohun confronted the spy, who drew back
unconsciously.
"Where is the paper that you stole from the woman that night?" he said.
Swartz was unable to sustain the fiery glance directed toward him by
Mohun.
"Then Nighthawk has told you all!" he exclaimed.
"Colonel Surry saw you hide the paper.
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