the road for the better part of twenty hours.â
Washington walked to the door of the office and called out, âColonel Hamilton, would you ask Billy to bring some hot grog for Major Stallworth?â
In a few minutes, Billy Lee, the slave that everyone in the army called Washingtonâs black shadow, appeared with a mug of steaming rum and water. Stallworth drank it greedily, leaned back in his chair for a moment, and closed his eyes. For another half-hour his tired brain could function. âNow letâs get down to business,â he said. âI want to hear exactly what happened.â
Washington took a sheaf of papers from a drawer and studied them for a moment. âCaesar Muzzey was killed about two hundred yards from this front door. He spent the earlier part of the night at Red Peggyâs, on the Vealtown Road, and left a message from Three-fifteen in the usual place there.â
âWhat was the message?â
âOf little consequence, so far as I can see. A rumor that thereâs an expedition planned to the north for which theyâve imported winter clothing from Canada.â
Stallworth clicked his teeth. âWeâll soon hear theyâve imported skates to go up the Hudson on the ice.â
âMuzzey left Red Peggyâs about ten-thirty P.M. We know nothing of where he went or to whom he spoke between that time and twelve-thirty, when he was discovered with a bayonet in his chest.â
âWas he dead?â
âNo, he was able to say one or two words. They seemed to refer to a code about which we know nothing: forty twenty-six.â
âTwenty-six,â Stallworth said, all but leaping from his chair.
âThe same thing occurred to me. Caesar was on his way to collect the hundred guineas we promised him for Twenty-sixâs identity. But Iâm no longer sure itâs that simple.â
âExcuse me for interrupting you. Please finish the story.â
âBy the time they got Muzzey into the duty hut he was dead.â
âWho was the officer of the day?â
âOne of our most dependable men, Lieutenant Conway of the Delaware line. Heâs been in the service for three years. Distinguished himself at the Brandywine.â
âAnd the men he commanded?â
âVeterans, every one of them. No reason to doubt their loyalty.â
âNevertheless, I think we should learn all we can about
them. As well as about Conway. I presume you made a thorough search of Caesarâs body.â
Washington nodded. âWe opened the lining of every piece of clothing he wore. We found nothing but the ten guineas we paid him for the message from Three-fifteen.â
âSo weâre left, for the time being, with the two people who found him, Congressman Stapleton and my fellow Yale graduate, the Reverend Caleb Chandler.â
Washington nodded. âWhat have you found out about Chandler?â
âHis family seems sound. Two older brothers who served in one of the Connecticut militia regiments that pretended to fight for us in New York in â76.â
âThe Kips Bay sprinters?â Washington said, with a rueful smile. He could relax with Stallworth, who had long since outgrown his New England chauvinism. Most of it had vanished on that fall day in 1776 when he watched four thousand Connecticut militiamen stampede up the east side of Manhattan Island at the first glimpse of the British light infantry.
âThe Chandlers are old New England stock. The father is an elder of the Lebanon church. The mother is related to Colonel Meigs of the Sixth Connecticut. But our friend Caleb was sponsored at Yale by the late Reverend Joel Lockwood.â
âThatâs not in his favor.â
âAgreed. But I could find no one who recalled Chandler making disloyal remarks at Yale. He has a tendency to extreme opinions. In his last year he became a violent foe of slavery. But thatâs not entirely surprising. The new
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