inside the organization. Do you know what Ferrandini told me after I convinced him I was a secesh from Georgia? âOne thing will save the South. Mr. Lincolnâs corpse.ââ
âMy, my,â Lincoln said with a weary amusement. âHotheaded, those Latins.â
âThe dago ought to be shot.â That was the other colonel, Ellsworth. He commanded a regiment of Zouave militia.
Pinkertonâs conviction strengthened his voice. âFerrandiniâs an ignorant lowlife, but I take him seriously. In Italy he was allied with the man who almost killed Napoleon the Third. Furthermore, gentlemen, you donât know this slavery crowd as I do. No crimeâs too heinous to preserve their ungodly system. Hang every adult male in the South and weâd all be better off.â
âEvery one? Thatâs a pretty uncharitable view, Mr. Pinkerton,â Lincoln said.
âNevertheless I hold to it, sir. I loathe and distrust the lot of them. The hourâs late. We have a one-car special waiting, to connect with the eleven p.m. sleeper out of Philadelphia. My agent Mrs. Warne has reserved space in the last car. You will travel as her invalid brother. Mr. Feltonâs posted nearly two hundred men along the line, ready to signal if the track is sabotaged.â It was the same plan Pinkerton had proposed last night. The President-elect had seen hundreds of thousands of well-wishers on his long rail journey from Springfield. The crowds were friendly. Baltimore was the feared exception.
Lincoln sighed. âAll right. We canât slice this bacon any thinner. If ridicule is the only thing deterring us, Iâm disposed to go along with the plan.â Lamon started to object again. âNo, thatâs it, Ward. Iâll change out of this funeral suit.â
âI have a hat and traveling shawl ready,â Pinkerton said.
Lamon burst into the hall and strode away with a glare at the detectives. He was an imposing fellow, with a dragoon mustache and a self-important air. Lincoln liked his singing and banjo playing, especially his rendition of âThe Blue Tail Fly.â Lamon wore two concealed revolvers at all times.
Pinkerton rushed into the hall, flushed with excitement. He herded Sledge and Lon toward the stairs, away from the too curious Captain Pope.
âWeâll be on our way in half an hour. No other rail traffic will be allowed out of town until morning. Men are standing by to cut the telegraph wires. By six a.m. Iâll have the President safely at Willardâs Hotel. The rest of the party will travel through Baltimore tomorrow as planned. You two will accompany them.â
With his white tie undone, Lincoln poked his head out the door. He was a peculiar-looking man, almost ugly. He had sad, sunken eyes, straggly chin whiskers, and a rough, dark complexion. Woefully unpresidential, Lon thought.
âPinkerton, I wonât go until Mrs. Lincolnâs told.â
âIâll inform her personally, sir.â
Lincoln disappeared. Lon and Sledge exchanged looks as the boss marched to an adjoining suite, knocked, entered. Lon liked to be charitable; his father had taught him it was a virtue. But a day in the company of Lincolnâs haughty and sharp-tongued wife had overcome the training. They heard Mary Lincolnâs hysterical cry:
âI wonât have it. I wonât, I wonât!â
âMadam, he has agreed to go. He will be safe, I swear to you.â
âAnd who are you? A tradesman. Nobody! I demand that Colonel Lamon accompany you to protect my husband.â
âActs like sheâs First Lady already,â Sledge whispered. Captain Pope was rigid with embarrassment. They heard Pinkerton pleading:
âFor pityâs sake, madam, keep your voice down. I accede to your request. Colonel Lamon may come with us.â
âAnd Robert.â Bob was the Lincolnsâ oldest son, eighteen.
âNo. Only Lamon.â Mrs.
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