“What treachery is this?” he demanded. “Who do you work for?”
Hayes slowly straightened, keeping his eye on Duncan’s knife. “McCallum, surely you misunderstand.”
“Who is it you communicate with?” Duncan pressed. “Someone from the French court? Or is it an agent of Beck’s?”
“I speak to Him,” came Hayes’s simple reply.
“Who, damn it? Whom do you write to?” Duncan gestured to the paper scroll. “Is this your codebook, then?”
“I suppose in a way,” Hayes said in a level voice. “Deuteronomy is filled with enigma.”
“You will tell me whom it is you sneak away to write to, damn you!”
Hayes sighed. “My wife.”
“So you have lied from the start!” Duncan accused. “She serves your masters in the north?”
Melancholy filled Hayes’s face, and he looked down at the unfinished note beside the bread and
