The Spy Who - The Spy Who Betrayed the American Revolution | The Road to Betrayal | 2

Episode Date: June 30, 2026

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Audible subscribers can listen to all episodes of The Spy Who, add free right now. Join Audible today by downloading the Audible app. September 22, 1777, Saratoga, Benedict Arnold strides through the camp of the Continental Army. His eyes blazing with fury. The British Army is trying to cut New England off from the colonies to the south and divide the revolution's forces. The American army has gathered. here to stop them, but he fears he and his men are about to be led into defeat. Arnold burst into the tent of his commander, General Horatio Gates, interrupting a meeting

of his staff and hurls a letter onto Gates' desk. Sir, what is the meaning of this? Gates meets Arnold's gaze with barely suppressed rage at this breach of military protocol. General Arnold, your conduct is beneath that of a gentleman. Sir, my sharpshooters have been requisitioned on your orders without even the courtesy of a direct notification. I have to find out in a letter from Colonel Morgan. Those riflemen are needed elsewhere, and I do not have to justify my decisions to officers of inferior rank. Arnold bristled at the insult.

Sir, were it not for my command of those sharpshooters, many of the men in this tent would now be dead or British prisoners. Three days earlier, Arnold's division inflicted huge casualties on the British, allowing the bulk of the American army to escape. Gates glares at Arnold. Stand down, General Arnold. Sir, what are you even going to do with my sharpshooters? You always refuse to engage the enemy. General, I order you to stand down.

Sir, I should be leading our best men, and every officer here knows it. Gates turns crimson at being belittled in front of his own. officer corps. Too late, Arnold realizes he's pushed gates too far. Major General Arnold, you are hereby relieving of your command and will confine yourself to cab. Arnold grits his teeth in frustration. The British are regrouping for another attack and once again he is being held back by lesser men on his own side. Men who owe their rank to politics rather than their skill on the battlefield. Three weeks later, October 7, 77. Arnold paces outside his tent, listening to the battle raging in the distance.

The British are once again trying to take Saratoga, and Arnold is enrage at being excluded from the fight. He clenches and unclenches his fists. He's officially confined to camp, but he is certain that without him the British will prevail. Gates is too timid to do what's necessary to win. And if they lose Saratoga, the entire revolution will be in jeopardy. Arnold can't bear it anymore. He will not stand by. He leaps onto his horse and gallops off toward the battlefield.

The beauty of the forests in their autumn red and gold flashed by, but Arnold is riding too hard to notice. Finally, he reaches the site where the reserve corps of the island, army has gathered. The men turn their heads and surprise at his arrival. Man, we've been left in camp while our Patriot brothers face the British. I say we join them. Are you with me? Arnold is known as a daring commander who wins battles, and the troops love him for it. They grab their weapons. Arnold leads his division to the edge of the field. Gays's troops are being driven back by a sea of red-coated British soldiers.

Arnold raises his sword. For liberty! Arnold's forces surge forward, crushing right into the British lines and causing widespread panic. Arnold furiously swung his sword, cutting down redcoats as he goes. Then his leg explodes in agony as a musket ball slams into it. Arnold looks down in horror.

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Listen to Dr. Death, The Cowboy, wherever you get your podcasts, or binge the entire series right now, only with Audible. I'm Razor Jafri, and this is The Spy Who, an Audible original. In the last episode, British troops overpowered George Washington's forces and seized New York. To the north, Benedict Arnold halted the arrival of British reinforcements from Quebec, but got passed over for promotion. Now, desperate for an edge, General Washington has tasked Benjamin Talmudge with building a spy network in New York to report on the British, but times running out for the rebels. Philadelphia has fallen. Congress, the provisional government of the

USA has fled west to the city of York, Pennsylvania. And if a breakthrough doesn't come soon, the American rebellion will end in defeat. This is the spy who betrayed the American Revolution. Episode 2, The Road to Betrayal. Mid-October 1777, Philadelphia, two weeks after the Battle of Saratoga. Peggy Shippen holds her father's arm as he leads her into a busy, ballroom. Candlelight flickers as the great and good of Philadelphia gossip and eye each other across the floor. As Peggy enters, she's aware of the glances that she attracts. As a 17-year-old daughter of a successful magistrate, she is one of the bells of Philadelphia High Society. It's several weeks since the British reclaimed Philadelphia, and their officers are now courting

the city's prominent families by throwing balls and dances. General Howe, the British commander and an old friend of her father, greets them with another officer in tow. Ah, welcome, Your Honor. It's very good to see you again. Please let me introduce our host, Captain John Andre. Shippen's ears prick up with the mention of Andre's name. He's the talk of the city's young ladies, a dashing gentleman with his hair tied back in a fashionable braid. Pleasure to meet you, Captain. May I introduce my daughter, Peggy?

Ancheonet, I trust you will give me the honour of the first minuet. Shippen smiles demurely as André kisses her hand. He's tall and handsome, resplendent in his dress uniform. The rumours are true. Shippen places her palm against Andres as they circle each other, dancing the minuet. So, Captain? How long do you expect to stay in Philadelphia? depends entirely on the war.

But we have the Continental Army over a barrel. Are you sure? I heard they did quite well at Saratoga. Isn't their diplomat Benjamin Franklin in Paris right now trying to convince France to join the war? Peggy flashes Andre a flirtatious smile, which he immediately returns, enjoying her playful teasing.

Well, I'm half French myself. So if the war does go badly, I'll have to go and live in Paris. Perhaps then I could show you the palace at Versailles. Peggy blushes despite herself for the mention of Paris. Andre notices and presses his advantage. Those side are you on anyway, Miss Chippin? And talk almost like a patriot yourself. Captain, I am firmly on the side of whoever throws the best dancers.

In that case, I shall have to endeavor to make sure our dances are second to none. A few days later, in an American Field Hospital near Saratoga, Major General Benedict Arnold grimaces at the surgeon hovering over his bed. Damn you. I told you, you are not taking my leg. The surgeon glances down the sore in his hands. But sir, that is the recommended course if your wound becomes gangrenous. I'll not have it! Get that sore! Away from me! Arnold slumps back on his bed and gazes at the wooden fracture box that now encases his left leg.

Pain shoots through his body as if a nail is being driven into him with a hammer. He grits his teeth, so not to cry out. The surgeon sees that Arnold is adamant and slinks away to tend to another patient. Arnold sees Colonel Morgan, the leader of his sharpshooters, approaching. He forces himself to sit up once again. Morgan, what news? Morgan cast a quick eye over Arnold's wounds. How's your leg? Is the wound serious?

Never mind my leg. What news of the battle? The British surrendered. Zaratoga is ours. It's the soundest thrashing we've ever given them. You see? They can be beaten. But Arnold's search of triumph is undercut as Morgan's expression darkens. Moss. What is it? Did our men suffer terribly? It's General Gates In his report to Congress

He never mentioned you All your actions He's taken the glory for himself The sake Arnold tries to heave himself out of the bed But collapses back in agony What hell are you doing? I need to get to General Washington

I can't have Gates claiming victory while I am lying here Morgan places his hand on Arnold's shoulder. No, you need to recover. Every soldier at that battle knows it was you, turned the tide. Your courage rallied us. Without it, he would have been lost. Arnold grimaces in pain and disappointment. Again, his courage has delivered victory, and again his reward is betrayal by his own side. One month later, the outskirts of Germantown, Pennsylvania. American intelligence officer, Benjamin Talmud,

dismounts his horse outside a roadside tavern. He peers through the freezing winter fog at the British troops just visible in the middle distance. Talmud has ridden here alone to meet a young woman carrying information from an agent inside Philadelphia, Major John Clark. But the British camp is far closer to their meeting spot

than he expected. He'll have to make this exchange quick. Talmage. enters the tavern, nods to the innkeeper, the patriot sympathizer, and sits in an out-of-the-way corner. Moments later, a young woman enters and approaches him. He nods for her to sit down at his table. I'm Lucy. Good to meet you. I'm also a friend of Mr. West's. Lucy nods at the mention of Mr. West. It's the code name for Major Clark.

Mr. West says the Queen's Rangers and the Philadelphia alive. As Lucy relates to her intelligence, she slides over a letter from Clark, which Talmage stuffs into his boot. But then, a man bursts into the tavern. British patrol! Talmage locks eyes with the innkeeper, who jerks his head towards the back door. Talmage springs up, ready to run, but Lucy grabs his arm. Please, if they find me here, they'll hang me. Talmage grabs Lucy's hand and pulls her towards the back door.

Talmadge leaps onto his horse, then pulls Lucy up. She's only half securely on as he spurs the horse to gallop. Yeah! British soldiers fire with them. He ducks and spurs his horse ever faster. Eventually, the noise of gunfire fades. Talmuch holds and helps Lucy down from his horse. You save me. Thank you.

No. Thank you. Thank you. The information you gave is invaluable. The Patriot cause owes you a great debt. Six months later, June 1778, Philadelphia. Peggy Shippon dances with Captain Andre amidst the flickering candles and ornate costumes

of a formal regimental ball. They smile at each other as they dance around the room. Over the six months of the British occupation of Philadelphia, they've become firm friends. As the music ends, Andre bows. But as Peggy curses, he pulls her aside. Peggy, I have something to tell you. Is everything all right?

It's fine, it's just... We're leaving Philadelphia. We're leaving? What do you mean we? The British. With France joining the war to support the rebels, the situation's changed. Also, there's concern that Washington plans to attack New York. We need to concentrate our forces there.

Peggy's face falls. Andre is an educated gentleman who speaks several languages, plays the violin and is an excellent painter. Their friendship is one of the few things that has kept life interesting as the war has dulled the Philadelphia social circuit. Andre reaches behind him and hands Peggy a small, framed painting. A goodbye present.

I finished your portrait. Shippen's face flushes with happiness. He could have at least gotten my best side. I shall miss you, Peggy. Nonsense. You'll soon have all the ladies of New York to flirt with. I'm the one who will be stuck here with no one to talk to. Beggy smiles, but realizes that she will genuinely miss Andre as well. Andre smiles back, charming as ever. Well, you'll soon have all the officers of the Continental Army to dance with. It's right. And tell me if their parties are as good as ours.

Two months later, Connecticut. Patriots Spymaster Talmudge. stooped to enter a dank, stone prison cell. The prisoner inside peers at him through the dim light and starts in recognition. Benjamin? What are you doing here? Talmud flashes the man a smile.

Hello, Abraham. I thought we might talk. Don't worry. The guards will leave us alone. The prisoner is Abraham Woodhull. Talmudg grew up with him in the small community of Sotoket on Long Island. They'd known each other. since childhood. Talmadge sits down next to him on the cell's cold stone bench. So, they call

you smuggling, huh? You old rascal. Woodall rolls his eyes in disgust. They've been carrying stuff back and forth from New York for a hundred years. Now they call it smuggling. I call it making a living quite. But listen, I think I may be able to get you out of here. If you're ready to serve your country. Woodle's head jerks up at the prospect of getting out of jail. Talmadge continues. I need a man who knows the coastline, who can get in and out of New York unnoticed. General Washington needs information about what the British are doing, what their plans are. Oh, I, will you want a spy, do you? But I want no part of that. I've heard what the British do to people they catch. Talmage struggles to focus as memories of his friend Nathan Hale, flage.

flashed through his mind. Woodle is right to be afraid, but Talmudge also knows this very fear might be the key to winning Woodle over. Yes, you do know what the British are capable of. Think what they did to your own family, your own father. Two years previously, Woodle's cousin was brutally murdered by British officers and his father beaten and abused by soldiers billeted in his house. Woodle's posture shifts. If I do that, this, can I trust the people on your side? Why wouldn't they sell me to the British for some silver? Who would know about me?

The only people who'll know are you, me and General Washington. No one else. If we ever do need others, we'll only use people from Sotogat, people we've known all our lives. Woodle pauses to consider, maintaining his grim expression. Then, sticks out his hand of the Talmud. to shake. Tamerger's heart leaps.

He desperately needs to build a spy ring in New York City. And in Woodle, he's found a man who might just get the job done. There are people you're told to trust. Lawyers, teachers, especially doctors. But what happens when you put your life in someone's hands and they betray you? The hit podcast, Dr. Death, is back. And this season is unlike any other. Dr. Death, the Cowboys.

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Inside one of the finest mansions in Philadelphia, Benedict Arnold limps behind his desk, sits and gestures for his visitor to sit. It's a year since he got shot in the leg at the Battle of Saratoga. His injury has curbed his ability to lead troops into combat, so George Washington has given him a new role as the military governor of Philadelphia, which is back under American control following the British withdrawal to New York. Arnold's visitor today is James Meese,

clothier general of the Continental Army. Meese places a large purse on the desk. Arnold picks up the purse, feeling the weight of the coins inside. Meese catches Arnold's pleased expression. It's been a good month. Next month should be even better. Arnold nods in agreement.

As governor, he controls the supply of food and other essential goods in the city. So he and Meese are using this monopoly to enrich themselves by selling surplus military supplies at inflated prices to the desperate population. It's not legal, but governors often mix public and private funds. finances, and as a former smuggler, skirting the law is just business as usual for Arnold. Arnold counts out his share of the profits and feels relief. He urgently needs the money. His debts are mounting, and Congress is refusing to repay the expenses he incurred on a previous

military campaign, claiming discrepancies in his records. Arnold bitterly resents this judgment. He senses his rivals are working against him again. those in the military who owe their position to the old hierarchy and resent his successes. But with his debts spiraling, this new arrangement with Meese is his only hope of recovering his losses. Arnold leans forward. Keep up the good work. But remember, no one must know I'm involved. Of course. Until next time, Arnold glances down to his desk. Beside the open purse lies a letter from General Washington,

detailing how his troops are suffering from the lack of supplies. Arnold feels a pang of guilt, but then he reminds himself that he is only claiming what he is owed. And if his enemies in Congress had given him his rightful due, he would never have been forced to stoop to these measures. Several weeks later, Philadelphia. 18-year-old Peggy Shippen reclines on a chaise-long with a book, pretending to read.

In fact, her eyes are fixed on the door of her father's study. The door opens and Arnold emerges. Her eyes shoot back to her book as he approaches. Miss Shippen, would you care to walk with me in the garden? Peggy is almost breathless as she stands. She feels almost certain of what is about to happen. Arnold leads her out into the gardens, limping from his wounded leg.

Eventually, he turns to face her. Peggy can see nervousness in his eyes. Miss Shibbon, Peggy. If I may, I know I am many years you're senior. I know that I am merely a soldier of no great fortune, although I am making arrangements to improve that. Peggy feels her face flush. Over the past month, she and Arnold have crossed paths at society balls and functions. He is so different. from Captain Andre, with none of the British officers' gentlemanly charm or appreciation of art and poetry. But Arnold is a war hero, maybe the bravest of Washington's generals, and she finds this captivating. Arnold continues. I believe you are the most beautiful, most charming woman I have ever known, and I wondered if you would do me the honor. Her becoming my wife.

Shippen's face breaks into a wide smile. Benedict, I don't care about any of that. You are a courageous and noble man. Of course I will. As Arnold clasps her hands, her mind is a whirl of excitement, flashing with visions of her grand wedding to the governor of Philadelphia and their future life together. Several days later, New York City.

Abraham Woodall, the smuggler, turned American spy. unloads crates of farm produce from his wagon. He looks around him, slyly counting the British troops amassing in drill formation on a nearby street. He takes a small notebook from his coat pocket and writes what looked like notes about his produce. But he's actually scribbling down how many troops he's counted. 350, to add to the 170 cavalry and the 17 Royal Navy boats in the harbour. Smuggling his produce from Patriot Control Connecticut into British-held New York is how Woodle makes his living. But it's also ideal cover for gathering intelligence on British troop movements for his American spymaster, Benjamin Talmuch.

Later that day, Woodle sits on his cart as he heads out of the city towards his boat. He traps the reins between his knees, using his hands to sew his notebook into the lining of his jacket. Just as he's finished, he sees a British checkpoint ahead. One of the red-coated soldiers steps forward and raises his rifle. Whoa there! Alt! Off the cart! Woodle dismounts, his heart thumping in his chest.

He knows that if the soldiers find his notebook, he will hang. Where are you heading? You loyal to the crown? I, uh... Woodle freezes in terror, as the soldiers... start searching his cart. I bet he's off to sell all his food to George Washington. Ain't that right, Yankee?

No, no, I... Pain explodes through Woodle's body as a rifle butt slams into his belly. Woodle drops to his knees and agony. Oh, come on. Get up, Yankee. Get up! What a nickname of this one is, eh? Now leave him.

Too thick to bother with. The soldiers drift away, leaving Woodle to heave him. back up to his cart. He burns with rage at the soldier's brutality, but they didn't discover the notebook hidden in the lining of his coat. And that will be his revenge. A few weeks later, autumn 1778, George Washington's headquarters at White Plains, New York. Patriot spymaster Benjamin Talmudge stands waiting as Washington reads the report Woodle smuggled out of New York. Washington finishes reading and looks up at Talmadge.

Major, these are excellent. At last, we have eyes on the enemy. Talmud swells with pride at this praise. But then, Washington's face darkens. We need more of this, and more often. How regularly can your man travel to New York? Sir, he is committed, but worries about his security. If the British catch him, I understand.

But I have something that might help. Washington unlocks a drawer in his desk and retrieves two small glass files. He holds one up, then the other. This is very special ink. If you write a message with the ink in this file, it will be completely invisible until you apply the liquid from this other file, which will make it legible. We call it sympathetic stain. The British don't even know this exists.

Have your agent writers report in the margins of books using this stain. It'll arouse less suspicion than transporting pages of blank paper. Sir, this is wondrous. May I also suggest we use a code name for our agent when writing about him. Unsettling as the thought is, we must assume the British have spies in our own camp. Yes, I cannot put him at risk. My first ever job was in Culpeper, Virginia. So let us call him Mr. Culperlin.

Talmudge feels a surge of excitement. For the first time, it feels like he has an edge on the British spy masters he's up against. Six months later, April 1779, Philadelphia. Benedict Arnold paces his study, staring in horror at the letter in his hands. He's just been informed that he is being court-martialed over accusations about his irregular finances from arrival for the governorship of the city.

Arnold responded by resigning and demanding a court marshal so he can clear his name. He assumed Congress would back him. Instead, it ordered the trial to go ahead and granted his accuser more time to gather evidence against him. Fury now consumes him. He gave the revolution everything. His wealth is gone. His leg lame, his debts rising. And now they come for his reputation too.

The door swings open and Arnold's new wife, Peggy, walks in, carefully smile on her face. Dearest, you must order some more candles and flowers. Benedict? Is something wrong? It's nothing, my love. Peggy walks over and takes his hands in hers. I dear, if something's wrong, you must tell me.

Perhaps I can help. They're caught marshalling me. Those snakes in Congress are actually caught marshalling me. Arnold holds up the letter. His face, a mask of anguish. But you're the hero of the entire army. They wouldn't dare. Well, they would.

They wouldn't face a cannon in battle. They wouldn't lead a charge, but they would go behind a man's back to try and drag him down. After everything I've done! Peggy grips his hand tighter. They should be building statues of you. You're the best general they have. Peggy suddenly releases his hand.

Wait. Benedict, that's it. George Washington knows your value. You always said he understands you. Write to him. Ask for his support. None of those cowards in Congress will cross him. Now it's Arnold's turn to take his wife's hand.

Of course, that's the answer. He'll write to Washington personally for backing. One week later, Long Island Sound. Talmud braises himself against the math of a small boat as it beats against the wind. He shields his eyes against the lashing rain and peers into the night, trying to make out the shoreline.

Hold fast, sir. We're almost there. The boat is being piloted by Caleb Brewster, another childhood friend that Talmud has brought into the Culper spiring. Brewster's smuggled goods across the sound his entire life, and Talmage has recruited him to covertly ferry his spireing's messages into and out of British territory.

But tonight, Brewster's smuggling Talmadge himself. Bear, we can duck into this cove. Talmage leaps off the boat and helps tie it to a tree, before leaving Brewster behind and heading into the forest to find his top spy. Abraham? Woodle. Talmage pushes his way through the undergrowth, holding his lamp ahead of him, making his way to Woodal's house. Hidden in his coat are the two bottles of sympathetic stain.

given to him by Washington. But on reaching the clearing that surrounds Woodhull's homestead, he freezes. The windows are lit with candles. Talmadge knows that Woodhull is far too thrifty to waste money like this. Something is wrong.

Talmud extinguishes a lamp, crouches down and creeps towards the house. Once close, he peeks through a window. inside he sees British soldiers lounging around Woodle's table. They must have commandeered Woodle's home to house its officers, and he was unable to refuse. Talmud's most valuable spy is now living with the enemy. The next morning, just after dawn, Talmadge watches Woodle's house from the edge of the clearing. He spent all night in the woods, sheltering from the rain.

in the hollow of a tree. Last night's storm has cleared and now the sun is breaking through the leaves. The door of the house opens. Woodle emerges, holding an axe and begins splitting logs with the fire. Talmadge cups his hands to his mouth. Woodl turns, starts in fear at seeing Talmud, then hurries to the edge of the clearing. What are you doing here? The house is full of British soldiers. They'll hang us both. I know. I know, that's why I hung back and waited. I have something for you, an ink that would allow you to write invisible messages for your safety. Woodle's eyes flick from Talmud's face back to the house. I can't take it now, they'll find it.

Once they leave, you can come back and show me how to use it. Now get out of here. Talmage can't leave without ensuring Woodall gets the invisible ink. It's essential for his spy network's success, but he can only push his petrified agent so far. There's no choice but to hide out in the woods until the soldier's, just leave, however long that takes. One month later, Philadelphia. Arnold looks out at the Delaware River. He and his wife Peggy have come to its banks so as not to be overheard by their servants.

Arnold stares at the sun setting over the water before turning to Peggy, rage and despair in his eyes. He betrayed me. Can't believe it after all I have given. That afternoon, a letter arrived from George Washington. Arnold had begged the commander-in-chief to support him in his court-martial hearing, but Washington has refused. Beggy tries to comfort her wounded husband. How could they abandon you?

You're the most successful general they have. The cowards, hypocrites. When they declared independence, they made out like they'd be getting rid of the nobility, that in America, success will be defined by merit, that all men are created equal. yet here we are still the ones

with the political connections wielding power if they don't want me then why shouldn't I just go over to the British maybe they know how to reward talent and sacrifice Peggy

looks at our husband in shock I thought you were a patriot I was Peggy I was well I've given everything to fight for this cause and they've given me nothing back But if you go over to the British, people would call you a traitor.

No. There's so-called Americans. Five ten years ago, they were all sworn subjects of the king that marched in his armies, fought in his wars. They all broke their oaths as soon as it suited them. They were they to call me a traitor. Peggy is quiet for a moment. And she turns to him, almost shyly. I...

I know a British... officer. He's high up in their command. What? Who? Which officer? His name's John Andre. He's a captain in all Friselaus. He's the best of men. I'm sure he would help if I asked. How do you know this man? Peggy momentarily looks away before answering. When the British occupied the city, My father had some dealings with them. I was expected to go to balls and entertain. And, uh, well, Captain Andre was the most honorable gentleman. A friend, I could write to him.

He would help us, I'm sure of it. You could trust him. He'd never do anything to put me in harm's way. Arnold feels lightheaded. His view of the sunset over the river seems to blur as he sways with vertigo. His head is spinning with a thousand questions. Can he really do this? Can he really switch sides?

What truly holds him to the American cause? Can he really betray his country? Follow the Spy Who on the Audible app or wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen to all episodes of The Spy Who Add free by joining Audible. You've been listening to The Spy Who, an Audible,

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