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"No, silly cat!" she told him, pulling her injured hand back.
"No, silly cat!" she told him, pulling her injured hand back.
He darted off to the living room. If John were here, he would take care of all of this..
Jane sighed and stood up. She sat down and thought of John sadly.
A knock on the front door broke her focus.
Jane rose quickly and headed to answer the door before Simcoe could.
It was the messenger, "Letter for Mrs. André,"
"I'm she," Jane replied. John…
He handed the letter to her.
She curtseyed. "Thank you, sir."
"M'pleasure!" He called, and hurried off.
Jane closed the door and opened the letter urgently.
My Dearest,
I cannot remove Simcoe from our house legally. So I am extending my best ability for your sole protection, I am sending a trusted friend to your service, and your protection. Her name is Chadine, the servant of General Clinton. She will keep you safe and make sure Simcoe does not cross the line.
Nothing hurts more than my absence fpr you. I love you and our baby.
Your husband John
Jane sighed happily. She wouldn't be alone with him. Thank God…
Skip?
(Sure! Back to John and Peter, or to Chadine's arrival?)
John and petes?)
(Alrighty!)
"Peter," John spoke outside his tent. "Peter, are you in there?"
Peter poked his head through the flap. "Yes, sir!"
"I have to talk to yoy," he breathed and entered the tent. A heavy look was on the Major's face. "Our spy ring, out in New York. It's been found out,"
Peter deadpanned. "What?"
"The rebels.. They found out Mr. Shayes was a spy. And they hung him, and shot his whole family, burned his house down," he burrowed his face in his hands.
Peter cupped a hand to his mouth. "My God…"
John moaned with shame, "It was my job to protect them.."
Peter put a hand on his best friend's shoulder. "John, relax… How did the rebels find out?"
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