People were started off at once in quest of the fugitive.
Upon Peace reaching one of the upstair rooms of the house, he stripped off his prison clothes and dressed himself in a suit of the governor’s.
This done, he watched patiently for an opportunity of escape, but none came.
A throng of persons were in the lower rooms of the habitation, and, for the present at least, escape was impossible.
Even if he had the temerity to drop from the window, he would be sure to be recaptured, for there were numbers of persons—policemen and warders—gathered round the walls of the gaol.
Peace was wild with fury. He was within sight of liberty, which was, however, denied him.
He thought it best to remain concealed in his hiding-place till the aspect of affairs changed.
But no change appeared likely to take place.
An hour passed.
Then another half hour, at the expiration of which the room door was suddenly opened, and several piercing screams proceeded from a maid-servant, in whose room Peace was secreted.