“Good morning, sir.”
“Good morning, Pearson. You are looking tired. Have you had a hard night of it?”
“Yes; I am trying to unravel a mystery, and I am somewhat worried.”
“So am I, Pearson. I am trying to look into the past life of this prisoner, No. 78. I want to see if he has been a bad fellow. I am under the impression that he is not guilty of the crime for which he is being punished; he seems so honest about his past, and he has even given his real name, and that is some proof that he is no crook, or murderer. He would surely deny his name if he were either, and I feel it my duty to look into this whole affair.”
“Well, officer, I am under the impression that he has registered under an assumed name—that he is holding back his real name.”
“Why have you formed such an impression?”
“Well, I have a feeling that he will tell his real name if pressed to do so.”
“I will send for him and we can press him for the truth.”
Pat’s voice was heard as he approached, saying: “I wonder what this day will bring forth. Here I am, walking to the office. I have a feeling that it is time the ‘pet-fellow’ had a little exercise, and I must be there in case I’m needed.”