"All right," he said. "Climb down out o' that and come on in. The
jig's up."
It was not until I was standing on the sidewalk beside the gigantic
sheriff, with the Irishman grinning at me from his seat in the hack,
that I realized fully what had happened. Instead of taking me to
Vilasville, the driver, who was Simmons's partner and fellow deputy,
had changed his route while I was asleep and brought me to the county
seat.