Chapter Seven

Thanks again to those of you who are continuing to read. It makes writing the story worth it.

Golden Sun Gentleman's Club, "William" read the sign on the building he now stood in front of. "...they'd hang you", his colonel's warning rang in his ears as "William" started climbing the few steps that led to the door of the establishment. The fact that he'd be in trouble if anyone knew he still had a very active part in the war was something he did not doubt. It was one the main reason he had apologized to the Jaspers when they'd tried to visit with him when he'd eaten breakfast, told them he preferred not to talk about his experiences while in the war. They had more than understood and backed off.

"May I help?" a young woman who worked at the club, walked up and smiled at the newcomer.

"The show tonight, is it true that Julia Saxon is here and will performing?" "William" didn't want to waste time if the colonel had his information wrong, which was something the officer had admitted was a possibility just before "William" had left the unit.

"Yes, it is. Show starts at three this afternoon." came the reply.

Three? "William" silently groaned. If he was to have time to go talk with the Conscientious Objectors on the list that Mr. Jasper had given him, he had to see Miss Saxon before he started making those visits. "Is there any chance I could talk to her, just for a few minutes. I may not be able to attend tonight."

The young woman frowned slightly. She didn't know Miss Saxon well enough to know how she'd react if she was disturbed before the show. Seeing her hesitation, "William" again made his request. "Please, it's important." Then, remembering what his colonel had said, "William" added, "Tell her Mr. Wolf sent me." Personally, "William" wondered who came up with that code name, but he wasn't about to ask.

The young woman could see the urgency in the man's eyes. Not knowing he was only anxious to see Julia so he could continue searching for his brother, the young woman was left to think the urgency was simply connected to the visiting singer. "All right," she gave in and gestured towards a nearby table. "Wait there while I go see if she's accepting visitors."

"William" did as he was told and sat down. While there were a few men in the huge foyer, "William" made no attempt to visit any of them, figuring it was better to not attract any undue attention to himself. While he did not know it, it was a decision that saved him a lot of trouble…as some of the men there just loved to take a person's words and twist them until it got to a point where a fight would break out.

"Sir?" The young woman who had gone to see if Julia would see him, walked up to "William".

"Yes," "William", who had been keeping an eye on the front door…just in case, by some wild chance, someone who actually knew him walked in, turned his face away from the door and looked at the young woman.

"You can go see Miss Saxon. She's in the last room down that hall." She pointed to off to her left.

"Thank you," He stood up and headed for the hallway. Soon he was stood in front of a door that had a sign with two words taped to the door. "JULIA SAXON". He knocked on the door.

"Come in!" a female voice called through the closed door.

"William" didn't need to be told a second time. Moments later, he was in the room and closing the door behind him.

Julia turned her head and looked at the man who had just entered the room. 'Colonel sure knows how to pick them' she thought before telling "William" she didn't bite and to sit down. When he sat down, but said nothing, Julia-who had been brushing her hair-set the brush down on her vanity and gave him a 'don't waste my time' look. "What is it that you needed?"

"You don't know?" "William" asked, disbelief filled his eyes. The way his colonel had talked, he'd just assumed that this Julia Saxon would simply be waiting to talk to him.

"Information," Julia sighed as she thought back to the day she'd started giving Southern officers-in our out of uniform-what little bit of information that she happened to find out. How she wished she'd realized back then that it didn't take a large amount of information to cause a lot of damage. *Since it was too late to start over, she simply assayed her guilty feelings by telling herself she was fighting for what she believed in. With that decision came the knowledge that she would always be watching her back, wondering if the union would discover what she was doing. Every time a man such as this one showed up, in the back of her mind, she'd ask 'Is he really fighting for the South or is he undercover from the Northern side?' It was a question that once again spoke from the back of her mind. Like always, it almost made her change her mind about saying anything else. Only problem was…she'd gone too far to go back now.

"He seemed to think you'd have some." "William" answered, keeping his eyes on Miss Saxon.

"I might, after the performance." Julie slowly admitted. "Will you be there?"

Inwardly he groaned, he had to start seeking out the Conscientious Objectors; he had to find his brother. "I have some visits to make; I don't know that I'll be back by three. However," he paused and then said, "I will be back as soon as I can." He took a hold of the cane he was now using, stood up and walked out the door.