“Brother Oliver, I am sorry for you and I will do all I can for you. I will do as you have asked me to do.”
“Thanks, dear brother. And I shall be a brother to you while you are in prison.”
“Now I think they have all the secrets told, and I’ll walk around and see if I can persuade the officer to tell me where the fire was. He was so obliging to do my work for me,” mumbled Pat.
“Come along, Pat; you may take the fellow back,” called Mr. Pearson.
Pat to himself: “Oh! he is being called a ‘fellow,’ is he? If I bring him here to the office many more times, he will be a gentleman, not a convict.”
Aloud: “Come along here! Back to your resting-place. Indade, that is all you have done lately—rest.”
The acting superintendent mused: “Now that Clarence is going to deny his name, I can see my way out of this. I shall not take my vacation now. I must stay and see this thing through. So my superior officer has written to where the murder was committed and asked for a wire in answer. And we may look for one to-morrow, as the letter went out on the early train. It will be received in the morning, and a wire will be received some time in the evening.”
“Well, ‘fellow,’ here is your place to rest till I come for you, and you may look for me soon, at that,” remarked Pat as he placed the prisoner in his cell.