ection they had undergone. There were some pegs in
the walls, and Nancy hung her wrap on one of them; then walked over to
the window.

Her room looked out on a court formed by the wings of the buildings. A
high platform wide enough for two men to pass each other had been
erected on the top of the fence at the back, and she caught the gleam
of the moonlight on the sentries' bayonets as it was reflected back by
the burnished steel. There was no curtain of any kind in the window.
The dirt on the window-panes was her only protection against prying
eyes. So Nancy pushed the stool over by the bed, piled her extra
clothing on the foot of the bed, and carefully blew out the candle
before undressing.

It was a relief to get her clothes off, and she sat on the edge of the
bed listening to the sentry's unceasing tramp up and down the corridor.
Suddenly the silence was broken by the sentry's call from outside:
"Post No. 1! Two o'clock, and all's well!"

As the call sounded from post to post, Nancy threw herself face down on
the hard mattress.

"Bob, Bob," she moaned, "what evil fortune led you into that room!"

CHAPTER XVIII

WHEN DOCTORS DISAGREE

The next morning all Washington was agog over the news of Nancy's
arrest as a rebel spy, and Captain Lloyd's sudden death. All day long
Miss Metoaca's negro butler kept trotting to the front door in answer
to the frantic ringing of the bell, and to every anxious inquiry he
invariably replied: "Miss Turkey's only tol'able, thank yo', and she
begs to be 'scused."

Late in the afternoon Senator Warren walked heavily up the steps. Old
Jonas, who had seen him coming along C Street, stood waiting on the
threshold, and without a word took his hat and cane.

"Dis way, Marse Senator." He helped him off with his overcoat. "We's
been 'spectin' yo' all day, suh."

Miss Metoaca, hollow-eyed and weary, dropped the shawl she was
pretending to knit, and rose quickly when she caught sight of Warren.

"What news?" she asked, scanning his face anxiously.

The senator motioned her to resume her seat, and drew up a chair by
her. He hesitated perceptibly for a second; then answered her query
with another: "Have you seen Nancy?"

"No. I went to the Old Capitol Prison the first thing this morning, and
saw Superintendent Wood. He told me I would have to get a permit from
the judge advocate general before he could allow me to talk with Nancy.
I immediately went to see Judge Holt, and he c