Even in the gaol he was entered under an assumed name.
The gaoler, who had been in attendance on the English party, could not understand why his prisoners wrote no more letters to the English consul or their relatives in England, and Herbert Murray almost suspected the truth when he chanced, the day after losing the letter, to look for it.
But Chivey reassured him.
"I went all over your clothes and my own this morning afore you was up, guv'nor, and burnt every one of the letters I could find."
"What for?" demanded Murray.
"In case of accidents. It would not do us any good to have them things found on us; and nobody ever knows what is going to turn up."
CHAPTER CIV.
THE ESCORT—THE TRIAL.
"Marseilles at last!" exclaimed Dick Harvey, as the train came to a standstill.
"I thought we were never to end our journey," said little Emily.