"Yet Whitmore and Travis were one and the same person.

Now what do you think occurred ?" "A substitution of prisoners," guessed the chief.
"Precisely," said Britz.

"I sweated a confession out of the substitute.
He's a poor, sorrowful creature, named Timson.

Two weeks ago he was down and out, broke, jobless, starving.

He was shuffling dejectedly along Broadway when a man tapped him on the shoulder and asked a few minutes' conversation with him.