 John Fleming walked out between the great iron gates of the prison alone. He had a cheap suit of clothes on his back and $12 in his pocket. Yet he resolved to start life anew. Start where he left off. I don't know just what you're leading up to, Mr. Brown, but you'll have to hurry your story. We've work to do in the department. I won't take up much more of your time, Captain. Well, Fleming tried to find work. You have my word for that. But luck just didn't break for him.