I cannot speak with any certainty as to this, though my impression is that at least one was found.
By evening Key had perhaps one hundred and twenty-five of the most noted Raiders in his hands.

Wirz had allowed him the use of the small stockade forming the entrance to the North Gate to confine them in.
The next thing was the judgment and punishment of the arrested ones.
For this purpose Key organized a court martial composed of thirteen Sergeants, chosen from the latest arrivals of prisoners, that they might have no prejudice against the Raiders.

I believe that a man named Dick McCullough, belonging to the Third Missouri Cavalry, was the President of the Court.

The trial was carefully conducted, with all the formality of a legal procedure that the Court and those managing the matter could remember as applicable to the crimes with which the accused were charged.
Each of these confronted by the witnesses who testified against him, and allowed to cross-examine them to any extent he desired.
The defense was managed by one of their crowd, the foul-tongued Tombs shyster, Pete Bradley, of whom I have before spoken.

Such was the fear of the vengeance of the Raiders and their friends that many who had been badly abused dared not testify against them, dreading midnight assassination if they did.