Footsteps approached. The jailer entered, mopping his forehead.
"I can't find it, your Honour, and I've searched everywhere."
"Never mind, Mr. Vondy. Your prisoner recovered from her attack and is now sleeping peacefully."
"Sleeping, is she? I'll take a look at her."
"Don't! I mean don't go into the cell and disturb her."
"I won't, Sir," said the jailer, from half-way down the corridor.
Stowell listened intently. Presently the jailer returned.
"Aw, yes, she's fast enough! Wonderful the way they sleep on the last night. Something you told her, perhaps. Has the telegram come, your Honour?"
"No, and it won't come now. Eleven o'clock, they said. If it didn't come then I was not to expect it."
"Poor bogh! It will be a shocking thing when Duggie Taggart comes in the morning. I wouldn't trust but it will be a dead woman itself we'll be taking out of the cell, Sir."