Mingled with the bitterness of these memories of betrayed confidence was the torturing ignorance of how far this base treachery had extended.

For all he knew there might be a brood of traitors about him in the very citadel of America.

We can never know Washington's thoughts at that time, for he was ever silent, but as we listen in imagination to the sound of the even footfalls which the guard heard all through that September night, we can dimly guess the feelings of the strong and passionate nature, wounded and distressed almost beyond endurance.
There is but little more to tell.

The conspiracy stopped with Arnold.
He had no accomplices, and meant to deliver the post and pocket the booty alone.

The British tried to spread the idea that other officers had been corrupted, but the attempt failed, and Washington's prompt measures of defense checked any movement against the forts.