Winwood led Captain Jamie to the alleged hiding-place. Of course they
found no dynamite in it.

"My God!" Winwood lied. "Standing has given me the cross. He's lifted
the plant and stowed it somewhere else."

The Captain of the Yard said more emphatic things than "My God!" Also,
on the spur of the moment but cold-bloodedly, he took Winwood into his
own private office, looked the doors, and beat him up frightfully--all of
which came out before the Board of Directors. But that was afterward. In
the meantime, even while he took his beating, Winwood swore by the truth
of what he had told.

What was Captain Jamie to do? He was convinced that thirty-five pounds
of dynamite were loose in the prison and that forty desperate lifers were
ready for a break. Oh, he had Summerface in on the carpet, and, although
Summerface insisted the package contained tobacco, Winwood swore it was
dynamite and was believed.

At this stage I enter or, rather, I depart, for they took me away out of
the sunshine and the light of day to the dungeons, and in the dungeons
and in the solitary cells, out of the sunshine and the light of day, I
rotted for five years.

I was puzzled. I had only just been released from the dungeons, and was
lying pain-racked in my customary cell, when they took me back to the
dungeon.

"Now," said Winwood to Captain Jamie, "though we don't know where it is,
the dynamite is safe. Standing is the only man who does know, and he