The Union Sergeant and Le Pischoette
Allen Pinkerton flipped open the door and glanced briefly at the first of several pages inside, then closed it again and let it rest in his lap.
"Let's me begin with a question," he. He shifted in his chair and looked thoughtfully at Cole Matthews. "A question for you, Sir."
His eyes narrowed kneels and he asked, "Did you ever personally lay eyes on one William T. Anderson, a captain of Confederate guerrillas?"
Matthews' eyes betrayed none of the surprise he felt at the question. He lifted his cup off the saucer and took a sip of the coffee. It was strong and good. "Bloody Bill?" He set the cup back on the saucer and padded leather. "We've met," he said, gazing at the old man.
Both Pinkertons watched him closely, waiting. When he said nothing, only sat looking back at them, William Pinkerton asked, "At Centralia, I presume?", an