But there was a fateful similarity in the two cases.

There was no doubt that this Lieutenant Wainwright was a traitor in the camp,--that he had succumbed to the usual sophistry of his class in regard to his superior allegiance to his native State.

But was there the inducement of another emotion, or was the photograph only the souvenir of a fascinating priestess of rebellion, whom the dead man had met?
There was perhaps less of feeling than scorn in the first suggestion, but he was nevertheless relieved when the provost marshal found no other incriminating papers in Wainwright's effects.

Nor did he reveal to the division general the finding of the photograph.

It was sufficient to disclose the work of the traitor without adding what might be a clue to his wife's participation in it, near or remote.