Houdini was as good as his word. Not only did he escape, but he had torn from his hands and arms three pairs of handcuffs, which had been put on him by officers with absolute belief in their restraining power. Even these feats were not enough for this man, who does things that would have made Jack Sheppard die of envy. He felt sure there was nothing in Bridewell to baffle him. Running along the corridor, he opened the doors of other cells, which he had thought were all empty. When he reached No. 14 and flung open the door, he confronted a prisoner. "I don't know which of us was the more surprised," said Houdini to an _Express_ representative. STARTLED PRISONER Here was I, standing absolutely nude before a terrified, miserable object. Poor fellow! what a shock it was for him. He was an Irishman just recovering from a drunken bout. "'Arrah!' he said, when he had recovered; 'I thought it was the divil.'" The shivering prison-breaker hurried the wretched prisoner out of cell No. 14 into No. 15 and locked him in. Then he ran along the passage to greet the head constable and the other officials. Only 6 minutes had elapsed since he had been locked in the cell naked and handcuffed. The cell door was inspected and found uninjured. Then one of the gaolers, walking along the corridor, espied door No. 14 open and a prisoner gone. "That's all right," said the irrepressible Houdini. "I've had him out and locked him up in No. 15." Hearty laughter followed the narration of this achievement, and the officials went to No. 15. So securely had the Irishman been locked up that it was necessary to call upon Houdini to unfasten the door. The Irishman was found in a somewhat bewildered state, but he probably "sobered" quicker than he would have done in less eventful circumstances. Houdini left the bridewell the proud possessor of the certificate which is reproduced at the head of this article. ANOTHER EXPERIMENT In the evening Houdini, accompanied by an Express representative, again walked into the bridewell to settle a point which had been raised since his feat in the afternoon. Was the door which had been fastened against him single, double, or triple locked? The matter could easily be settled. Houdini would just do the trick again. Only this time he would do it with his clothes on, as time was pressing. Liverpool's bridewell is as an unsightly a place as a bridewell can be. No one would mistake it for a spa hotel or a convalescent home. Beneath a dark arch you pass, and in the great door which you find opposite is a little window which is unlocked when you knock, and through which you are viewed before you are permitted even to stand upon the threshold. Houdini and his companion were admitted. "More lock-breaking? "Yes; I am ready for more--as many as you like."