Not a soul in the prison had the vaguest notion.
The gaoler stared and gaped like one in a dream.
"Where is Mathias?" demanded the woman.
"That's more than I can guess," responded the gaoler, rubbing his eyes as though he could not believe their evidence.
"Have you mistaken the cell?"
"Not I."
"Has he been removed?"
"No."
She stared him straight in the face for a moment or two, and then she burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Ha, ha, ha! Why, he has escaped. He has escaped. He has beaten your vigilance—baffled you all in spite of locks, bolts and bars, and all your watching."