Carl had nothing to do but idle time away; he was quite certain the prisoner had either got clear off, or was lying dead on the moor. He saw Mrs. Elroy coming toward him, and recognized her as the lady Brack had taken out in his boat. She evidently intended speaking to him.
"You are Mr. Hackler, I believe?" she asked.
"I am; at your service."
"The boatman told me who you were. You come from the prison at Dartmoor?"
"I do."
"A man has escaped, I want to know more about it. The boatman gave me to understand he was tried for murder in Yorkshire some years ago. If this is the man who escaped I know him, I know the family," she said.
"What name?" asked Hackler.
"Woodridge. Hector Woodridge," she said.
"I believe it's the same man," said Hackler, interested.
"Will he be caught?"