yourself,"
laughed Nancy, her small foot keeping time to the dreamy strains of the
waltz, "Brightest Eyes."

"I am managing to have a very comfortable time," retorted the Senator.
He ceased speaking as a man in uniform stepped to Nancy's side and
touched her on the shoulder.

"Miss Newton, you are to come with me."

Nancy turned quickly, and her face whitened. The sword of Damocles had
fallen.

"What do you mean, Baker?" demanded Warren sharply.

"That Miss Newton is under arrest, Mr. Senator. I advise the young lady
to come quietly."

Nancy rose. "I shall make no scene," she said haughtily. "Go on, sir,
and I will follow."

"I prefer that you should go first," said Baker quickly.

"One moment," interrupted Warren. "Where are you taking Miss Newton?"
Baker hesitated. "I insist on an answer."

Senator Warren was a power on Capitol Hill, and the Secret Service
officer did not care to offend him.

"She is to be taken to the War Department. Secretary Stanton wishes to
interview her," he answered at last.

"My dear! My dear!" ejaculated Mrs. Bennett, who had sat speechless
with surprise. "This is too dreadful. Can I not accompany you? or my
husband? We know the secretary well, and will use our influence to
secure your immediate release."

"Miss Newton goes with me _alone_," interposed Baker harshly. "I will
allow no outside interference." And he looked significantly at Mrs.
Bennett.

"Many thanks, Mrs. Bennett." The older woman colored hotly under her
scrutiny, and Nancy's suspicions were instantly aroused. Had she and
Lloyd planned her arrest? "I will not trouble you, however, to exert
your influence in my behalf, because I am convinced I shall be set free
the moment I have talked this affair over with Secretary Stanton.
Senator Warren, will you take Aunt Metoaca home, and explain to her
about this ridiculous arrest."

"I will, and will join you afterward at the War Department. There is
undoubtedly some explanation, and, as your friend, I will investigate
the matter at once."

Nancy impulsively extended her hand; she could not voice her thanks. It
was some seconds before she regained her self-control; then she
addressed Baker. "Now, Colonel, I am ready to go with you." She turned
disdainfully, and walked proudly across the room, spoke to Mrs. Arnold,
then went directly into the hall. "May I go for my wrap?" she asked the
Secret Service officer, who followed at her heels.

"No, send the maid for it," w