"Oh, we've already heard that. It's too fishy."
"You searched me for money and secret letters—"
"That will do now. Mr. McPane, what is the sentence for the possession of a dangerous weapon?"
"Warden," I interrupt, "it's no weapon. The blade is only half an inch, and—"
"Silence! I spoke to Mr. McPane."
"Hm, three days, Captain."
"Take him down."
In the storeroom I am stripped of my suit of dark gray, and again clad in the hateful stripes. Coatless and shoeless, I am led through hallways and corridors, down a steep flight of stairs, and thrown into the dungeon.