The crepuscular light of morning was not very different from the darkness of night, but it brought his senses back to him sluggishly. Bruised as he was in body, he was still more bruised in mind, and could render to himself no more than a vague account of what had happened yesterday. When a tin of water and a hunk of bread were mysteriously pushed into the cell, he consumed them like an animal, lying down again on the bunk. Without water for a wash, his face and hair were still caked with the mud which also stiffened his clothing. "My God! what’s that?" Not having seen him before, the guard who summoned him to court was startled by the apparition that crawled to the threshold of the cell when the door was unlocked. The semblance to a boy was little more exact than that of a snow man to a man. "Ah! my God! my God! Sure you can’t go into court like that. They wouldn’t know you was a human bein’, let alone a prisoner. Wait a bit, and I’ll get you somethin’ to wash up in." There followed a little rough kindliness, scouring and brushing and combing the lad into something less like a monstrosity. Teddy submitted as a child does and with a child’s indifference to cleanliness. So, too, he submitted in court, hardly knowing where he was or the significance of these formalities. Apart from the relief he got from his own reiterations, "I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it," the proceedings were a blur to him. When he was led out again down more steps, along more corridors, and cast into another stale and disinfected cell, he took it with the same brutish insensibility. He didn’t know that the new cell was in that part of the House of Detention known as Murderers’ Row, nor did he heed the hoarse questions whispered through the next-door grating, and which he could barely catch as they stole along the wall. "Say, who’d ye do in? Did he croak right off? My guy didn’t croak till three weeks after I give him the lead, and now they can’t send me to the chair nohow. In luck, ain’t I?" To Teddy, this uncanny recitation was no more than the other sounds which smote the auditory nerve but hardly penetrated to the brain. They were all abnormal sounds, sprung of abnormal conditions, breaking in on a silence which was otherwise that of the sepulcher. Footsteps clanked—and then all was still; a door banged—and then all was still; a raucous voice shouted out a curse—and then all was still. The stillness was as ghostly as the sound, only that, as far as Teddy was concerned, so little reached his massacred perceptions. The rattle of keys and the clanging of the door! He looked up from the bunk on the edge of which he was sitting listlessly. "Lady to see you!"