At nine o'clock the next morning Alexandra presented herself at the warden's office in the State Penitentiary. The warden was a German, a ruddy,cheerful-looking man who had formerly been a harness-maker. Alexandra had a letter to him from the German banker in Hanover. As he glanced at the letter,Mr. Schwartz put away his pipe.
"That big Bohemian, is it? Sure, he's gettin' along fine," said Mr. Schwartz cheerfully.