CHAPTER XXIV.
I BECOME A FAMOUS SWORDSMAN "Sergeant," I said shortly, "I think you can be of greater service in the hall." He disappeared reluctantly enough, and, as the door closed, I extended my hand to the major.
"I certainly appreciate your assistance," I began warmly.

"I know very little about these affairs, or how they are conducted." He took my hand, yet with no great cordiality, plainly enough already somewhat doubtful as to his course.
"I presumed as much, sir, but first, and before we proceed further, I should like to have some explanation of the trouble between you and Le Gaire.

You are doubtless aware that I am the father of Willifred Hardy." "Yes, Major, and I am perfectly willing to tell you the whole story.
Shall I send for Miss Hardy to corroborate whatever I may say ?" "No, sir.

You are a Yankee, but a gentleman, and I accept your word.

I prefer Billie should know nothing of what is occurring." I told it swiftly from the beginning, yet was careful to leave no impression that she had performed anything more than a mere friendly service to an enemy in danger.