“I am getting to be a fortune-teller indade. I can tell when I am wanted without being told. Here, you ‘pet-fellow’! Wake up! I am going to take you for your morning’s walk.” “I am very willing to go.” “I am quite sure that you will go, willing or not. When I am told to do anything, I usually do it. Here we are.” “Bring him in, Pat.” “Plase open the door. How do you expect me to do—break in?” “The night lock is thrown on, officer. How did that happen? We never do so unless we all go inside of the prison. Were you in the prison last night?” “We will discuss that later. We have sent for the prisoner and he is here. Let him in.” “You may go, Pat. We have some investigations to make, and we prefer to be alone.” Pat went, out, remaining within hearing and saying: “Here is a very comfortable seat. I will sit meself down and I won’t have to walk so far when I come back.” “Now, did I understand you—No. 78 I am speaking to—did I understand you to say that you have given your real Christian name, and surname also, to be recorded in the prison books?” “Well, I have been thinking.” “About changing your name?” “How do you know that, sir?” “Mr. Pearson has told me so.” “He told you so?” “Do you deny it—can you, will you?” “My God! what shall I do? You have told him all?” “I have told him nothing.” “Pearson, why are you so excited?” “I am astonished at your falsehood.” “And you may be more astonished before I get through with you. “Come, did I understand you to say—or have you answered me? Do you hear me speak to you?” “I do, sir. Well, then, I will have to be protected if I tell the truth.” “From whom?” “Oh, man! can not you see the danger I am in:” “You in danger? Explain in what way. With your God, for swearing to falsehoods, or from your fellow-man?” “I have not deceived my God.” “Then you have given your own real name?” “I will tell you. I have.” “So you want protection, now you have told the truth? Give me the name of your enemy.” “Officer, can you not relieve me of this torture? Can you not see?” “Yes, I think I can. “Well, Pearson, do you think you could rest comfortably behind the bars for a few hours?” “I? What do you mean?” “I mean that you have been trying to bribe this man to disown his name. Now I am not in the dark. I understand it all, and I am going to make a clean breast of it. I shall send him back to his cell, and send you to another one.” “I’ll just get up and stretch myself. I may have to use my muscles, and club too,” commented Pat. “I hope he will like his new home.” “You must have good hearing, Pat,” said the official. “I was just going to ring for you. You must hear my thoughts. You may take No. 78 back, and return at once.” “I will, your honor.