Chapter ten
Washington, D.C.The next morning, a livid Secretary of War Edwin Stanton threw the day’s copy of the Washington Post at Colonel Baker.
“There! Take a good look,” Stanton hollered, watching the paper fall to his office floor. “What does your spy have to say in his defense?”
Baker looked down at the pages by his feet. “What do you mean, sir?”
“Our reports say we lost twice as many men as Lee did. And we went into the spring campaign outnumbering him two to one!”
“Maybe my man couldn’t get a dispatch through.” Baker replied. He bent over and picked up the scattered papers, carefully.
“That’s not good enough!” Stanton stood. He leaned over his desk and glared at Baker. “What good is a spy in Lee’s army who can’t tell us of Jackson’s sneak attack that took most of the day to a
