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"I'm sor--I mean, I'm astonished," sputtered Jack Benson.
Then he turned to take another keen look into her face.
"What do you want to say to me about Millard?" he demanded.
"I ask you--I beg you--to aid him to escape from Washington--from
the country. Yet, to do that, all he needs is to get safely out of the
District of Columbia. You know that he is here in Washington, or I
would not have told you as much."
"Does Millard find it so very difficult to get out of Washington?"
queried Jack, grimly.
"If he did not, Mr. Benson, believe me I would never come to the enemy
to beseech mercy. Probably I am not telling you anything you do not
already know," she went on, rather bitterly. "But every avenue of escape
from Washington is blocked by Secret Service men. It is not so difficult
to hide in the city, but to get out of it is impossible--to-day."
"Madam," Jack answered, softly, "it would be my desire to give you
every bit of aid and comfort possible. However, what you ask is simply
impossible. For one thing, it would be in direct defiance of my--"
"Oath" he was about to add, but checked him self.
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