"You have a prisoner here called Roger Mifflin?" I said.
"My dear Madam, I don't keep a list of all our inmates in my
head. If you will come to the office we will look up the records."
I showed him the Governor's card. He took it and kept looking
at it as though he expected to see the message written there
change or fade away. We walked across a strip of lawn to the
prison building. There, in a big bare office, he ran over a
card index.
"Here we are," he said. "Roger Mifflin; age, 41; face, oval;
complexion, florid; hair, red but not much of it; height, 64
inches; weight, stripped, 120; birthmark...."
"Never mind," I said. "That's the man. What's he here for?"
"He's held in default of bail, pending trial. The charge is
attempt to defraud one Helen McGill, spinster, age..."
"Rubbish!" I said. "I'm Helen McGill, and the man made no
attempt to defraud me."
"The charge was entered and warrant applied for by your
brother, Andrew McGill, acting on your behalf."
"I never authorized Andrew to act on my behalf."
"Then do you withdraw the charge?"
"By all means," I said. "I've a great mind to enter a
counter-charge against Andrew and have _him_ arrested."
"This is all very irregular," said the sheriff, "but if the
prisoner is known to the Governor, I suppose there is no
alternative.
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