The full story of the daring break for liberty flashed from lip to lip during the day, and it was known all over the water-swept city before noon.  Baron Dangloss, himself, had gone to the prisoner’s cell early in the morning, mystified by the continued absence of the guard.  The door was locked, but from within came groans and cries.  Alarmed at once, the Captain procured duplicate keys and entered the cell.  There he found the helpless, blood-covered Ogbot, bound hand and foot and almost dead from loss of blood.  The clothes of the American were on the floor, while his own were missing, gone with the prisoner.  Ogbot, as soon as he was able, related his experience of the night before.  It was while making his rounds at midnight that he heard moans from the cell.  Animated by a feeling of pity he opened the slab door and asked if he were ill.  The wretched American was lying on the bed, apparently suffering.  He said something which the guard could not understand but which he took to be a plea for assistance.  Not suspecting a trick, the kindly guard unlocked the second door and stepped to the bedside, only to have the sick man rise suddenly and deal him a treacherous blow over the head with the heavy stool he had secreted behind him.  Ogbot knew nothing of what followed, so effective was the blow.  When he regained consciousness he was lying on the bed, just as the Captain had found him.  The poor fellow, overwhelmed by the enormity of his mistake, begged Dangloss to shoot him at once.  But Dangloss had him conveyed to the hospital ward and tenderly cared for.

Three guards in one of the offices saw a man whom they supposed to be Ogbot pass from the prison shortly after twelve, and the mortified Chief admitted that some one had gone through his private apartment.  As the prisoner had taken Ogbot’s keys he experienced little difficulty in getting outside the gates.  But, vowed Dangloss stormily, he should be recaptured if it required the efforts of all the policemen in Edelweiss.  With this very brave declaration in mind he despatched men to search every street and every alley, every cellar and every attic in the city.  Messengers were sent to all towns in the district; armed posses scoured the valley and the surrounding forests, explored the caves and brush heaps for miles around.  The chagrin of the grim old Captain, who had never lost a prisoner, was pitiful to behold.

The forenoon was half over before Harry Anguish heard of his friend’s escape.  To say that he was paralyzed would be putting it much too mildly.  There is no language that can adequately describe his sensations.  Forgetting his bodyguard, he tore down the street toward the prison, wild with anxiety and doubt.  He met Baron Dangloss, tired and worn, near the gate, but the old officer could tell him nothing except what he had learned from Ogbot.  Of one thing there could be no doubt:  Lorry was gone.  Not knowing where to turn nor what to do,