"Well, to say the least, her escape was characteristic. Her hoboes did it for her."
Nick raised his brows.
"You don't say so!" he exclaimed. "Well, we might have expected something like that, I suppose. I regarded it as a little bit unfortunate that the arrest was made in the county where it was, for that compelled us to put her temporarily in the Calamont jail—and I thought at the time that the Calamont jail was a trifle close to her stamping ground. Now, suppose you tell me exactly what happened."
"You know Calamont, of course?" asked the railway president, and the detective smiled broadly.
"I know very little about it," he said, "with the exception that I assisted in the robbing of a bank that is located there."
It was the president's turn to smile.
"That was a queer experience for you, Carter, wasn't it? But the president of that bank is quite willing that you should rob it again on the same terms. You know we fixed him all up again, and my company promises to keep a large deposit there now. Altogether, they regard your descent upon the bank as a very fortunate experience for them."
"No doubt. Now about that escape."
"Calamont is a village of about three thousand inhabitants. That bank, for instance, is the only one there."
"What has that——"