“I shall know soon enough, I dare say,” growled Peace.
“Well, Chatham, if you must know,” exclaimed the warder.
“Thank ye, sir, I’m much obliged; I’m sorry to leave, though.”
“Daresay you are. There, no more words. Pass on.”
Peace now knew that the end of his quiet, though solitary, time was about to be brought to a close.
He dreaded very much being brought into daily and hourly contact with some of the ruffians and blackguards he had been able to keep at a respectful distance while at Millbank, but there was no help for it.
The batch had to finish the remainder of their respected sentences at Chatham.
Thirty of them soon found themselves in the same corridor in which they had been received upon first entering Millbank, and after the usual formalities had been gone through they started on their journey, and were soon whirled down by train to their destination.