The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-06-03

toward Fred's cell-"know any The "Letters" At Last.
 Certainly not-unless you've told him"
 T should say not"
 AS to her" Violet whispered. she's about the average-but what woman of her type doesn't know won't hurt her"
 She then stepped to one side of the cell for moment, and with her reappearance thrust a small, flat, oblong package into my hand. | Those letters of recommendation. said she archly-"and l travelled al most d thousand miles making the round trip"
 l stood holding the package and looking at her in admiration.
 Well" she inquired flippantly, think you'll know me the next time we meet?"
 l do not recall what answer l made to that-perhaps it was in like vein of 1evity; but we at once took up the matter of tentative plans for my getting out of the country. She had that figured out almost to the minutest detail. Among other things I was to go straight from the city out to that little town where. she had caught the train for her jour ney northward, and there I was to | of the escape being perfected before midnight. otherwise l was to do something else-neither of which has sufficient part in this recital to be set forth.
 As to my mode of procedure before getting outside the jail building, that was to be left entirely to me l explained to her that l had every thing carefully analysed, including the times when the night jailers made their rounds of inspection, and the main question then in front of us was will the saws do the work and will they do it as quickly as hoped for and without noise?
 The first thing l did after Violet was gone was to inspect the saws. The Gong Rings!
 1 knew nothing about such saws, those being the first I had ever seem however, l managed to wrap one end of one sufficiently to make a kind of hand hold and tried the metal out to see if 1t would make any impress sion upon the bars. The trial was discGuraging. It would take many hours to cut through even one of the bars: there were two to be cut in two places, besides the bars over the win dows. Despite all that l could do. the saving made screeching noise that l knew in the dead of night could be heard for block. l did not try the saws out in the dead Of night but put them to a test about 10 o'clock that evening. The noise was unusually loud and 1 de- cided that unless l might devise some way of preventing it. my chances of getting out In that way were slim in-
 But If my chances of saving out seemed to be slight on that Wednes- day evening, they seemed all the more so about 9 o'clock Thursday morning. Not only that but the chances then began to loom up rather strong that l stood to lose my fine steel saws by reason of the meddling of the jailer and his assistants,
 It was a little before 2 when we heard the gong ring with the signal that the rotary would soon turn.
 'Wonder what that means?" l re marked tC Fred.
 "I have an idea that it means a general frisk-they have one about every three or four weeks" You mean search?" I inquired. "Yes-they search the cells and all the fellows, too"
 What's the idea?" But l scarcely knew what l was asking. How to get rid of those saws?
 "Oh, it's just to overhaul things like" Fred explained, "so that if any thing is wrong they'll find it out: you kHoW they re aiWayS a1ralu q | st melody is schemin' to get away" No Hiding Place Safe!
 l had placed the saws inside a pasteboard tube in which Fred's wife had brought some cheap oil pictures, which he had been permitted to paste up In his cell, and had then secreted them underneath my blankets. knew the blankets would come in for a careful inspection and that the tube would he emDtied if found
 Do they search us before they do the cells?" l asked.
 Yes" he answered. wen all be taken out into the corridor and while couple of 'em search us two or three more will frisk the cells"
 That settled it. They would find those saws either on my person or in the cells. l thought of that empty cell next door and tried to reach around as to drop the tube into it; but my arm lacked all of six inches being long enough. Then I thought of throwing the thing out