Connor drove the carriage through the busy streets of Washington. He appeared focused on the traffic but had one ear c****d to the conversation of his passengers. Kenna was giving instructions to Hiram.
“Remember,” said Kenna, “I"ll take care of the colonel. You draw the major to one side and tell him what I"ve told you to say.”
“Yes, yes, yes, I understand. I will do as you say.”
Connor smiled at Hiram"s discomfort of taking orders from a woman. Connor didn"t care much for the arrogant popinjay.
Connor guided the carriage onto the circular drive that led up to the front entrance of Secretary Stanton"s house. Music could be heard coming from the home as other guests stepped down from their conveyances.
Connor stopped the team at the front door. Because there was no footman, Hiram step
