As they crossed the Bridge of Sighs, they could hear the cries of the crowd below—a crowd frenzied both by the horror of the crime and the escape of Wilkinson.
"Don't be frightened, Wilkinson, this is all right," said Morehead soothingly. "You're going to stay in the Tombs until I get you bail."
"I can put it up in half an hour, you fool!" insisted Wilkinson.
"But you won't," returned his counsel. "Not if I know it. If you put up bail in half an hour, they'll find out where it comes from; and if they find that out, they'll find out all the rest."
Wilkinson dropped his eyes.
"Perhaps you're right, Colonel," he conceded. "Do with me as you will."
"Yes, you must do as I say, or I'll drop this case," warned the Colonel. "And while you're in here, you're not to talk—not a word to anyone—do you understand me?"
"But how long will I be in here? They won't lock me up, will they?"
"Of course they will."
"Not behind the bars—not in a cell?"