The one great puzzle was the dynamite, of which they were as much in the dark as was I.

They appealed to me.

If I knew anything about the dynamite they begged me to confess it and save them all from further misery.

And I could tell them only the truth, that I knew of no dynamite.
One thing the stool told me, before the guards removed him, showed how serious was this matter of the dynamite.

Of course, I passed the word along, which was that not a wheel had turned in the prison all day.