“No, sir; I have disowned him, but I want to talk with him. I have some papers I want him to sign. I also have an order from Mr. McHenry allowing me to see him, as your rules could not be broken to accommodate anyone.” “No, madam, I could not break the rules, but with this order I can let you see him. I’ll ring for a guard to bring him.” “I am to have a private conversation with him.” “I can not allow that, madam. You must say what you have to say in my presence, in this office.” “You are one of the most accommodating men, I must say, that I ever saw.” “I am sorry, very. I have heard you express your opinion of me, but I am here to do my duty, and will at all events. Here comes the guard. I will have your husband brought in at once. “Bring the prisoner from cell 77.” “Oh dear! You have him locked up, and call for him by his number, do you? And he has not had a trial, nor has he been convicted of any crime.” “We have a warrant for his arrest. His trial will be this week. I hope that he will be able to prove his innocence. I am very sorry for him. I have grieved over the matter considerably.” “Well, I have not grieved at all. I am going to disown him after I get his signature. Then I shall have all the property in my own name, and I shall try to forget that I ever had a husband—a criminal. My daughter Amelia will be married one week from to-day, and we can not be disgraced by coming here after the marriage takes place, and that is why I am here to-day. Is that he coming?” “No; I have a prisoner who is to receive his freedom, and that is Pat, bringing him in. By the way, that is your brother-in-law.” “How dare you insult me in that way? I acknowledge a criminal as a relative? No, never!” “Well, here is your ‘fellow,’ No. 78. I can’t say ‘prisoner’ anny longer. He gets his freedom to-day, and me old shoes will have to go with him, for I don’t think I can get them to track anny other direction after the prisoner 78 is gone out. Have you sent for the officer convict? Here he comes.” “Yes, Pat. Don’t you see Mrs. Pearson sitting there?” “I beg your pardon, madam. I very seldom see a lady.” “All brutes of men are alike.” “Pearson, you may come in. Your wife is here to see you, and you may be seated over there. I will look after your brother, here. He gets his freedom to-day. The real murderer is in his new suit, and will be given his occupation in the morning.” “Did I hear that I am a free man?” “You are, Clarence. Here are the papers.” “And my brother? Oh! what will you do with him? Turn him loose?” “No; not until we hear from the court. He will have his trial this week, and I hope we will then be able to turn him loose.”