"It may be so. But to come closer home, what about the Yankee spy in Richmond? It"s an established fact that a man of most uncommon daring and skill is here."
"No doubt of it, what"s the latest from him?"
"The house of William Curtis was entered last night and robbed."
"Robbed of what?"
"Papers. The man never takes any valuables."
"But Curtis is not in the government!"
"No, but he carries on a lot of blockade running, chiefly through Norfolk and Wilmington. I think the papers related to several blockade running vessels coming out from England, and of course the Yankee blockading ships will be ready for them. There"s not a trace of the man who took them."
"Something is deucedly sinister about it," said Bagby. "It seems to be the work of one man, and he must have a hiding place in Richmond, but we can"t find it. Kenton, you and Dalton are army officers, supposedly of intelligence. Now, why don"t you find this mysterious terror? Ah, will you excuse me for a minute! I see Miss Carden leaving the counter with her basket, and there is no other seamstress in Richmond who can put the ruffles on a man"s finest shirt as she can. She"s been doing work for me for some time."
He arose, and, leaving them, bowed very politely to the seamstress.
Her face, although thin and lined, was that of an educated woman of strong character. Harry thought it probable that she was a lady in the conventional meaning of the word. Many a woman of breeding and culture was now compelled to earn her own living in the South. She and Bagby exchanged only a few words, he returning to his chair, and she leaving the hotel at a side door, walking with dignity.
"I"ve seen Miss Carden three times before, once on the train, once at this hotel and once at Mr. Curtis"s house; can you tell me anything about her?" said Harry.
"It"s an ordinary tale," replied Bagby. "I think she lived well up the valley and her house being destroyed in some raid of the Federal troops she came down to the capital to earn a living. She"s been doing work for me and others I know for a year past, and I know she"s not been out of Richmond in that time."
The talk changed now to the books that had come through from Europe in the blockade runners. There was a new novel by d.i.c.kens and another by Thackeray, new at least to the South, and the members of the Mosaic Club were soon deep in criticism and defense.
Harry strolled away after a while. He did not tell his friends--nothing was to be gained by telling them--that he was absolutely sure of the ident.i.ty of the spy, that it was Shepard. The question of ident.i.ty did not matter if they caught him, and his old feeling that it was a duel between Shepard and himself returned. He believed that the duty to catch the man had been laid upon him.
He began to haunt Richmond at all hours of the night. More than once he had to give explanations to watchmen about public buildings, but he clung to the task that he had imposed upon himself. He explained to Dalton and the Virginian found no fault except for Harry"s loss of time that might be devoted to amus.e.m.e.nt. Harry sometimes rebuked himself for his own persistency, but Bagby"s taunt had stung a little, and he felt that it applied more to himself than to Dalton. He knew Shepard and he knew something of his ways. Moreover, his was the blood of the greatest of all trailers, and it was inc.u.mbent upon him to find the spy. Yet he was trailing in a city and not in a forest. In spite of everything he clung to his work.
On a later night about one o"clock in the morning he was near the building that housed army headquarters, and he noticed a figure come from some bushes near it. He instantly stepped back into the shadow and saw a man glance up and down the street, probably to see if it was clear.
It was a night to favor the spy, dark, with heavy clouds and gusts of rain.
The figure, evidently satisfied that no one was watching, walked briskly down the street, and Harry"s heart beat hard against his side. He knew that it was Shepard, the king of spies, against whom he had matched himself. He could not mistake, despite the darkness, his figure, his walk and the swing of his powerful shoulders.
His impulse was to cry for help, to shout that the spy was here, but at the first sound of his voice Shepard would at once dart into the shrubbery, and escape through the alleys of Richmond. No, his old feeling that it was a duel between Shepard and himself was right, and so they must fight it out.
Shepard walked swiftly toward the narrower and more obscure streets, and Harry followed at equal speed. The night grew darker and the rain, instead of coming in gusts, now fell steadily. Twice Shepard stopped and looked back. But on each occasion Harry flattened himself against a plank fence and he did not believe the spy had seen him.
Then Shepard went faster and his pursuer had difficulty in keeping him in view. He went through an alley, turned into a street, and Harry ran in order not to lose sight of him.
The alley came into the street at a right angle, and, when Harry turned the corner, a heavy, dark figure thrust itself into his path.
"Shepard!" he cried.
"Yes!" said the man, "and I hate to do this, but I must."
His heavy fist shot out and caught his pursuer on the jaw. Harry saw stars in constellations, then floated away into blackness, and, when he came out of it, found himself lying on a bed in a small room. His jaw was bandaged and very sore, but otherwise he felt all right. A candle was burning on a table near him and an unshuttered window on the other side of the room told him that it was still night and raining.
Harry looked leisurely about the room, into which he had been wafted on the magic carpet of the Arabian genii, so far as he knew. It was small and without splendor and he knew at once from the character of its belongings that it was a woman"s room.
He sat up. His head throbbed, but touching it cautiously he knew that he had sustained no serious injury. But he felt chagrin, and a lot of it.
Shepard had known that he was following him and had laid a trap, into which he had walked without hesitation. The man, however, had spared his life, although he could have killed him as easily as he had stunned him.
Then he laughed bitterly at himself. A duel between them, he had called it! Shepard wouldn"t regard it as much of a duel.
His head became so dizzy that he lay down again rather abruptly and began to wonder. What was he doing in a woman"s room, and who was the woman and how had he got there? This would be a great joke for Dalton and St. Clair and Happy Tom.
He was fully dressed, except for his boots, and he saw them standing on the floor against the wall. He surveyed once more the immaculate neatness of the room. It was certainly a woman"s, and most likely that of an old maid. He sat up again, but his head throbbed so fearfully that he was compelled to lie down quickly. Shepard had certainly put a lot in that right hand punch of his and he had obtained a considerable percentage of revenge for his defeat in the river.
Then Harry forgot his pain in the intensity of his curiosity. He had sustained a certain temporary numbing of the faculties from the blow and his fancy, though vivid now, was vague. He was not at all sure that he was still in Richmond. The window still showed that it was night, and the rain was pouring so hard that he could hear it beating against the walls. At all events, he thought whimsically, he had secured shelter, though at an uncommon high price.
He heard a creak, and a door at the end of the room opened, revealing the figure and the strong, haggard features of Henrietta Carden. Evidently she had taken off a hood and cloak in an outer room, as there were rain drops on her hair and her shoes were wet.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Kenton?" she asked.
"Full of aches and wonder."
"Both will pa.s.s."
She smiled, and, although she was not young, Harry thought her distinctly handsome, when she smiled.
"I seem to have driven you out of your room and to have taken your bed from you, Miss Carden," he said, "but I a.s.sure you it was unintentional.
I ran against something pretty hard, and since then I haven"t been exactly responsible for what I was doing."
She smiled again, and this time Harry found the smile positively winning.
"I"m responsible for your being here," she said.
Then she went back to the door and said to some one waiting in the outer room:
"You can come in, Lieutenant Dalton. He"s all right except for his headache, and an extraordinary spell of curiosity."
Dalton stalked solemnly in, and regarded Harry with a stern and reproving eye.
"You"re a fine fellow," he said. "A lady finds you dripping blood from the chin, and out of your head, wandering about the street in the darkness and rain. Fortunately she knows who you are, takes you into her own house, gives you an opiate or some kind of a drug, binds up your jaw where some man good and true has. .h.i.t you with all his goodness and truth, and then goes for me, your guardian, who should never have let you out of his sight. I was awakened out of a sound sleep in our very comfortable room at the Lanham house, and I"ve come here through a pouring rain with Miss Carden to see you."
"I do seem to be the original trouble maker," said Harry. "How did you happen to find me, Miss Carden?"
"I was sitting at my window, working very late on a dress that Mrs. Curtis wants to-morrow. It was not raining hard then, and I could see very well outside. I saw a dark shadow in the street at the mouth of the alley. I saw that it was the figure of a man staggering very much.
I ran out and found that it was you, Lieutenant Kenton. You were bleeding at the chin, where apparently some one had struck you very hard, and you were so thoroughly dazed that you did not know where you were or who you were."
"Yes, he hit me very hard, just as you supposed, Miss Carden," said Harry, feeling gently his sore and swollen chin.
"I half led and half dragged you into my house--there was nowhere else I could take you--and, as you were sinking into a stupor, I managed to make you lie down on my bed. I bound up your wound, while you were unconscious, and then I went for Lieutenant Dalton."
"And she saved your life, too, you young wanderer. No doubt of that,"
said Dalton reprovingly. "This is what you get for roaming away from my care. Lucky you were that an angel like Miss Carden saved you from dying of exposure. If I didn"t know you so well, Harry, I should say that you had been in some drunken row."
"Oh, no! not that!" exclaimed Miss Carden. "There was no odor of liquor on his breath."