Louise Calhoun was there, and Nick’s superior was engaged in questioning her.
No tears dimmed her eyes.
Brazen and defiant, she refused to utter a single word.
While they were thus engaged, coaxing and threatening at the time, one of the attachés of the detective’s office entered the room in great haste.
“Why do you come in here without knocking?” demanded the chief, angrily.
“Excuse me, sir, but I was told to come to you right away,” said the fellow; “a telegram has just come in, saying an important prisoner has made his escape.”
“What!” cried the chief and Nick in a single breath.
“Elmer Greer, sir.”
“Thank God for that!” exclaimed Louise Calhoun, her face instantly becoming wreathed with smiles.
“Where was the policeman who was detailed to watch him?” asked the chief, while Nick gave birth to a series of expressions more forcible than polite.