pered man would have had the foresight to avoid. His point of
view was narrow, not only in affairs civil and political, but it must be
said, in social and religious as well. Of all commanders, he was the
most unsuited for the task.

Furthermore she knew that he was becoming decidedly more unpopular each
day, not only because of the extravagance in his manner of living, but
also because of his too frequent association with the Tory element of
the city. While the British had held the city many of the more
aristocratic inhabitants had given them active aid and encouragement,
much to the displeasure of the more loyal though less important lower
class. Consequently when the days of the evacuation had come and the
city had settled down once again to its former style of living, many of
the Tory element were compelled to leave town while those who had
remained behind were practically proscribed. Small wonder was it that
indignation ran riot when the first Military Governor openly cast his
lot with the enemies of the cause and consorted with them freely and
frequently.

It was entirely possible that he would abide by his decision to resign
all public office and retire to private life, notwithstanding the fact
that he already had at this same moment despatched a letter to General
Washington requesting a command in the navy. But she read him
differently and found herself surprised to learn of his intended
withdrawal, for his very nature seemed to indicate that he would fight
his cause to the bitter end, and that end one of personal satisfaction
and revenge.

Several of the guests prepared to depart. The little group disbanded as
Peggy made her way to their side.

Marjorie and John Anderson lost each other for the first time in the
melee which ensued.

IV

"Perhaps I ought to return," Marjorie muttered to herself, now that she
was quite alone. "I am sure that he dropped something."

And she began to retrace her steps.

She felt positive that she saw General Arnold accidentally dislodge what
appeared to be a folded note from his belt when he took hold of the
sword knots in the course of his conversation. Very likely it was a
report of some nature, which had been hurriedly thrust into his belt
during some more preoccupied moment. At any rate it might be safer in
her hands than to be left to some less interested person. She would
investigate at any rate and resolve her doubts.

Sure enough, there it was. Just behind the