Not only had his spirit not been broken, but the fellow was keenly alert
and planning a way to secure his own release.
As a prison guard was taking the emissary back to his cell, after a
thorough quizzing by Locke in the warden's office, the emissary
whispered:
"Want to make a piece of change--safe?"
The guard looked about, saw that the coast was clear to speak, but
before he could do so the emissary spoke again.
"Give me a piece of paper and a pencil."
Quickly the thug scratched away at a note.
"Deliver that," he said to the guard, handing him the note he had
written, "and you'll get something worth while."
The guard nodded as he shoved the thug into his cell and locked the
door, then walked off, while the fellow watched eagerly through the
bars.
Locke in the warden's office, unsuccessful in making the prisoner talk,
had evolved another scheme.
"Put me in the cell next to him," decided Locke. "I have a plan."
It was while the false guard was reading the address on the note that
Locke and the warden entered the cell row. The guard hastily stuffed the
message in his pocket as Locke and the warden passed up toward the empty
next cell.
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