WHITHER A few hours later a coppery sun slowly dispersed the morning mists above the Thames.

The same sun warmed the court-yards of the London jail, which lately had confined John Law, convicted of the murder of Beau Wilson, gentleman.

It was discovered that the said John Law had, in some superhuman fashion, climbed the spiked walls of the inner yard.

The jailer pointed out the very spot where this act had been done.

It was not so plain how he had passed the outer gates of the prison, yet those were not wanting who said that he had overpowered the turnkey at the gate, taken from him his keys, and so forced his way out into London city.
Far and wide went forth the proclamation of reward for the apprehension of this escaped convict.