"Do you mean to tell me that
Don--that Mr. Millard would be engaged in any work hostile to his
own country?"
"Is the one we call Millard an American citizen?" asked Benson.
"Yes."
"Then--"
Jack came to an abrupt stop after that one word. He would not tell the
dreadful news to this spirited young woman. It was not necessary.
But she became insistent
"Mr. Benson," she cried, "this has gone too far not to have a full
explanation. Has--has Mr. Millard done aught to betray the United
States? For that matter, how could he?"
"Madam," Benson replied, gravely, "no Central American republic would
want charts of our fortified harbors, or notes concerning the
fortifications, the harbor mines, and so on, for the very simple reason
that no Central American republic would ever be equal to the task of
attempting to invade the United States."
"Did Mr. Millard steal such plans--make such notes?"
She hissed the question sharply, her face now deathly white.
"That is the charge against him," Jack nodded.
"Did he do it?"
"I caught him at it, opposite Fort Craven," young Benson answered.
A low, smothered cry escaped the girl.
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