He was a traitor, and was in league with
the French. It does not matter that I tell you now, for his daughter
knows the truth. I ought to have told it long ago, and if I had I should
not have been imprisoned."
"You were a brave man, but a fool--always a fool," said the governor
sharply.
"Not so great a fool that I can't recover from it," was the calm reply.
"Perhaps it was the best thing that ever happened to me, for now I can
look the world in the face. It's made a man of me. It was a woman
killed him," was Calhoun's added comment. "Will your honour come with me
and see her?"
The governor was thunderstruck. "Where is she?"
"As I have told you-in the house of the general commanding."
The governor rose abashed. "Well, I can go there now. Come."
"Perhaps you would prefer I should not go with you in the street. The
world knows me as a mutineer, thinks of me as a murderer! Is it fair to
your honour?"
Something in Calhoun's voice roused the rage of Lord Mallow, but he
controlled it, and said calmly: "Don't talk nonsense, sir; we shall walk
together, if you will."
At the entrance to the house of the general, the man to whom this visit
meant so much stopped and took a piece of paper from his pocket.
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