In the first place, it is alleged that my client captured a Rebel spy, one Herbert Cary, who was hiding in the loft of a cabin." The General's caustic tones interrupted.

"To which fact," he said, "there were only _ten_ witnesses." "Yes, General," was the faintly smiling agreement.

"Ten! But not one of them actually _saw_ the man! They _believe_ he was there, but they cannot swear to it." Grant made a motion as of putting away something of no consequence.
"Immaterial--in view of the other facts.

Well--what else ?" "Next, it is claimed that Morrison released this spy and allowed him to enter the Union lines--without regard to consequences." The General gave a short exclamation of impatience, and struck the papers on his desk with the flat of his hand.
"And that is _proved_," he said, sharply.

"Proved by several officers who stopped your spy at points along the road." He singled out a soiled piece of paper from the sheaf before him and held it up, a piece of paper which bore writing on both sides.
"When taken, _this pass_ was found on his person.