It is customary for the detectives, before entering the yard, to have a good survey of the prisoners exercising from some unseen corner. They then mark the bearing and look of the prisoners, before they are aware that the detectives are near; on entering they note any change in their demeanour. The new man――the greenhorn――is not aware that officers are present, for they are invariably dressed in plain clothes, but the old hand knows full well the purport of their visit, and finds it difficult to maintain his composure under such trying circumstances. Mr. Green unfortunately attracted the attention of a tall, military-looking man, who claimed acquaintance with him, but the young gentleman’s memory was at fault; he could not and would not own to a little affair which had taken place some eighteen months back. “I assure you, upon my honour,” said Green, “you are quite mistaken――you are, indeed. I never was at Warwick in my life.” The detective smiled, shook his head, and passed on. The gipsy did not appear to be recognised by anyone; neither was Peace. Certain days in the week were visiting days. Peace was looking forward to a visit from his mother, to whom he had written. She presented herself at the prison on the next visiting day, and was conducted by a turnkey to that part of the prison where the inmates are permitted to see their relatives, who have to converse with them through wire gratings, with a space of some three or four feet between them, in which sits a warder. The visiting goes on for an hour or more. Those prisoners who have friends come to see them stand in a row against these railings, and their friends opposite. As a matter of course, everyone is talking at once with his own friends, and the consequence is there is a constant clatter kept up during the whole of the time. All are too interested in their own affairs to take any notice of what is going on between his neighbour and friend. Peace exhorted his mother to procure the services of a counsel whom he named, and in whom he had great confidence. “Be of good cheer, my dear boy,” said his parent, “I have already seen the gentleman you name, and he has promised to do his best for you.” “That old catamaran will swear anything, I feel assured of that,” cried Peace. “But he’ll be able to bowl her out if you tell him what sort of customer he has to deal with――a she dragon, a very devil, that’s what she is.” “Don’t lose your temper, Charlie. It’s no use doing that now you’re behind the bars.” “I should like to――” “Hush! don’t go on so――be patient,” interrupted his mother. “There, keep up your spirits; all will be well, I dare say.” “They treat everybody in this place as if they were convicted felons.” “It’s a burning shame, that’s what it is, but it’s no use making any complaint. If a fellow does that he gets worse served. I’ve done nothing against the laws, but it makes no difference. The biggest rogue gets the best of it in places of this sort.”