“Go back to your cell, for goodness’ sake.”
“I can’t get in, the door is locked.”
“Call up the matron then.”
“I daren’t.”
Such was the conversation overheard by others. About three o’clock, Miller could stand it no longer, and woke the matron of the ward.
One other case of misconduct among the females which occurred some months afterward may be mentioned here. This was the discovery of a conspiracy which at first sight seemed of rather serious dimensions. Its apparent object was to murder the chaplain, the matron, and a female officer named Bateman, all of whom had incurred the rancour of certain of the worst prisoners. One day in chapel an officer noticed much nudging and winking between two or three of the women, one of whom afterwards came up to her, as she stood by the altar rails, and said, “There’s a conspiracy going on.”
“Where?” asked the matron.
“In a bag.”
“A bag? Who’s got it?”
“Jones.”