“Why, you see it is the law, printed for your guidance. I undo your act, Mr. Hawes; the prisoner Robinson will obey the chaplain in all things that relate to religious or moral instruction, and he will write his life as ordered, and he is not to be put to hard labor for twenty-four hours. By this means he will recover his spirits and the time and moral improvement you have made him lose. You hear, sir?” added he very sharply. “I hear,” said Hawes sulkily. “Go on with your evidence, Mr. Eden.” “Robinson, my man, you see that machine?” “Ugh! yes, I see it.” “For two months I have been trying to convince Mr. Hawes that engine is illegal. I failed; but I have been more fortunate with this gentleman who comes from the Home Office. He has not taken as many minutes to see it is unlawful.” “Stop a bit, Mr. Eden. It is clearly illegal, but the torture is not proved.” “Nor ever will be,” put in Mr. Hawes. “So then, Robinson, no man on earth has the right to put you into that machine.” “Hurrah!” “It is therefore as a favor that I ask you to go into it to show its operation.” “A favor, your reverence, to you? I am ready in a minute.” Robinson was jammed, throttled, and nailed in the man-press. Mr. Lacy stood in front of him and eyed him keenly and gravely. “They seem very fond of you, these fellows.” “Can you give your eyes to that sight and your ears to me?” asked Mr. Eden. “I can.” “Then I introduce to you a new character--Mr. Fry. Mr. Fry is a real character, unlike those of romance and melodrama, which are apt to be either a streak of black paint or else a streak of white paint. Mr. Fry is variegated. He is a moral magpie; he is, if possible, as devoid of humanity as his chief; but to balance this defect, he possesses, all to himself, a quality, a very high quality, called Honesty.” “Well, that is a high quality and none too common.” “He is one of those men to whom veracity is natural. He would hardly know how to tell a falsehood. They fly about him in this place like hailstones, but I never saw one come from him.” “Stay! does he side with you or with Mr. Hawes in this unfortunate difference?” “With me!” cried Mr. Hawes eagerly. Mr. Eden bowed assent. “Hum!” “This honest Nero is zealous according to his light; he has kept a strict record of the acts and events of the jail for four years past; i.e., rather more than two years of Captain O'Connor's jailership, and somewhat less than two years of the present jailer. Such a journal, rigorously kept out of pure love of truth by such a man is invaluable. There no facts are likely to be suppressed or colored, since the record was never intended for any eye but his own. I am sure Mr. Fry will gratify you with a sight of this journal. Oblige me, Mr. Fry!” “Certainly, sir! certainly!” replied Fry, swelling with importance and gratified surprise. “Bring it me at once, if you please.” Fry went with alacrity for his journal.