And on the day before he returned to his business, a deputy marshal started with him for Atlanta." "But how did he get away ?" interrupted the chief.

"There was nothing in the papers about an escape." "Arthur Travis is in the Atlanta prison," said Britz.

"But the prisoner isn't Herbert Whitmore." The chief's eyes alternated between Britz and Greig, as if trying to read the explanation of the puzzling circumstances, in their faces.
"I don't quite get it," he acknowledged.
"Of course, the prisoner can't be Whitmore.

He's dead.

There's no doubt of that." "Not the slightest," acquiesced Britz.