Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage.
Were he a criminal--his clear, straightforward eyes negative the
suggestion--he would be a nightmare to the police of Britain, for he
would walk out of gaol as coolly and smilingly as he did twice out of
Liverpool Bridewell yesterday.
It was an eventful day at the sinister-looking building that stands off
busy Dale Street.
High police officials, clever detectives, leading city business men
who hold office on the watch committee, all sustained a severe shock
by their loss of faith in what they had regarded as an inviolable
stronghold.
No one has been known previously to escape from the bolts and bars
behind which Liverpool quarters its criminals.