ALVA. You HUGENBERG. He was, too. But they didn't believe me. I wasn't put on my oath. HUGENBERG. ALVA. Where have you come from now? ALVA. HUGENBERG. From a reform-school I broke out of this morning. HUGENBERG. ALVA. And what do you have in view? ALVA. HUGENBERG. I'm trying to get into the confidence of a turnkey. HUGENBERG. ALVA. What do you mean to live on? ALVA. HUGENBERG. I'm living with a girl who's had a child by my father. HUGENBERG. ALVA. Who is your father? ALVA. HUGENBERG. He's a police captain. I know the prison without ever having been inside it; and nobody in it will recognize me as I am now. But I don't count on that at all. I know an iron ladder by which one can get from the first court to the roof and thru an opening there into the attic. There's no way up to it from inside. But in all five wings boards and laths and great heaps of shavings are lying under the roofs, and I'll drag them [Pg 18] all together in the middle and set fire to them. My pockets are
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