"Did he never come to the Castle afterwards to see the prisoner?"
"Never, Sir."
"Will you swear that he was not there last night?"
"I will—before God Almighty, Sir."
"Then, if the cell was locked all night and the Castle gates were locked, how do you account for the escape of your prisoner?"
The jailer smoothed the hair over his forehead and then said,
"Bolts and bars are nothing to the Lord, Sir."
The Governor gasped.
"Do you mean to say that while you were asleep before the fire in the guard-room an angel from heaven carried your prisoner through the Castle walls?"
"Aw, well .... I wouldn't say no to that, Sir. We're reading of the like in the Good Book anyway."