He was a simple-minded, good-natured dolt and not above earning an honest dollar by smuggling in tobacco for the convicts.

On that night, returning from a trip to San Francisco, he brought in with him fifteen pounds of prime cigarette tobacco.

He had done this before, and delivered the stuff to Cecil Winwood.

So, on that particular night, he, all unwitting, turned the stuff over to Winwood in the bakery.

It was a big, solid, paper-wrapped bundle of innocent tobacco.