"What cell is Jim Cummings in?"

"Forty-three, sir."

"Will you take us there?"

"Yes, sir. This way, please."

The detectives with Moriarity followed the turnkey and passing the
entire length of the corridor paused in front of cell forty-three.

The door of solid sheet steel had a small circular opening in it through
which the guards could inspect their prisoners.

Opening this Mr. Pinkerton looked in, then stepping back told Moriarity
to step forward.

Dan applied his eye to the opening and in surprised tones exclaimed, "By
God, it IS Jim."

He again looked and clinching his fist pounded on the door. "Jim! Jim!"
he cried. "They got you at--"

"Here, none of that," said the bailiff in a gruff tone. "None of that, I
say," and taking Dan by the arm he marched him back to the office.

"You see, Mr. Moriarity, I told the truth," said Mr. Pinkerton in a
pleasant voice.