And away now with the dullness and lowness! That blithe and hand-clapping day! Good-bye, Colmoor! the daily massacre, the shame and care. Men could begin--if in a baby way at first--to think, to see, to sing, to live. He saw, indeed, that that would hardly have been fair business if he, for example, had paid his rent to the English Nation instead of to Frankl, Frankl having bought Lagden with money earned. But he thought that Frankl would hardly be slow to resign that rent, if once he was shown.... But if Frankl _was_ slow--what then? The oblong of ribbed glass over his flap-table showed a greyness of morning, as he asked himself that thing. In that case--Frankl could be argued with. But if he still refused? Then the question could be gone into as to whether that which is good for forty millions, though apparently bad for Frankl, is not _forty million times_ more just than unjust, goodness being justice; also, as to which had the primary right to England, Frankl or the English. But if he still refused? Suddenly Hogarth giggled--his first laugh in Colmoor. _That_ could be arranged.... For him, Hogarth, the great fact was this: that he saw light. Into that humble cell the rays of Heaven had blazed. After standing motionless a long time, he dropped to his knees, and “O, Thou, Thou”, he said.... An hour later, when asked by an orderly if he wished to see doctor or governor, he replied: “The Governor”. XVIII CHLOROFORM (Captain Bucknill, the Governor, was making his morning rounds, when he heard that among the convicts claiming to see him was 76.) A little man, prim, snappy, compact: an army officer, with moustachios stuck upon him, to curve and finish him off. “Well, what is it, 76?” said he busily at the cell door. Hogarth struck a hand-salute--his old habit on His Majesty's ships. “Sir, I wished to tell you that I have determined to escape from this prison--if I can”. “Indeed, now! This is a most refreshing candour, 76!” “I have said what I had to say”, said Hogarth. “You keep a sharp eye on me, and I, too, will keep a sharp eye”. The Governor puffed a breath of laughter, turned on his heels, walked away, and that day spoke to three officials with regard to Convict 76. And during a week Hogarth lay deep, chained, in a punishment-cell. But during its first four days he had invented three separate plans of escape, and had determined upon the one which seemed the surest, though longest. When he again came up into the light, he was a marked man, under Warder Black's constant suspicion. Now, however, his expression was changed: he no longer belonged to Colmoor, though he was there. Sometimes he felt like shouting at the burden of his secret. In his impatience to proclaim it, he pined to write to Loveday--but now his punishment had lost him that privilege.