The only thing which troubled Jet as he sat alone in the narrow cell was the possibility that the inspector might not get his message in time to bag the suspected men before they left the house in the woods, for now that he had made his escape, it was reasonable to suppose they would be alarmed.
On this score, however, he need have had little fear. Before sunset a gentleman was ushered into his cell and the door locked behind him.
"You wanted to see the inspector," the stranger began, as he seated himself on the narrow bench which served as a bed.
"Well, s'posin' I did?" Jet asked, thinking this man was some one attached to the station.
"He has sent me to know where you have been."
"Did you come from New York?"
"Yes, on the last train."
"Why didn't the inspector come?"
"He never leaves the city; there are plenty of officers at headquarters to do such work. Now, what do you know?"
"More'n I'll tell to anybody but him."