“We ’ave refrained from ’andcuffin’ pris’ner, sir, at your horders,” he said, in a tone that warned O’Hara that should harm come of it, on his head be the blame.

Miles nodded.

“Quite right,” he said pleasantly, and glanced at the cloaked and masked figure before him with more suspicion than ever.

“But I regrets to ’ave to report very hobstinate be’aviour on part of pris’ner, sir,” added the gaoler impressively.

“Indeed?” said Miles gravely. “How so?”

Jack controlled an insane desire to laugh, and listened to the gaoler’s complaint.

“You see the pris’ner, sir, with that great mask on ’is face? Afore we set out to come ’ere, I told ’im to take it hoff. And ’e refoosed, sir. Seeing as ’ow you gave no horders, I did not force ’im to hobey.”