"Thank you; I wish you would. I'm afraid there's glass in it, and it will be awful sore if it stays there."
I whistled for the Deputy, told him what Callahan said, and he sent the Doctor in.
When she was first locked in he had told me not to open her cell unless he were present. He was a new Deputy who had come into office that day, and evidently felt the responsibility that was attached to his office, and the consequence it gave him.
"You will come round when it is time to give her food?"
"Yes."
I thought he was afraid of her violence; but I had no apprehension on that score, so when the Doctor came, not thinking of the order, I opened the cell as I had always done under the other Deputy. I had occasion to think, afterwards, that he did not wish her to tell her own story, unless it was in his presence; or intended to prevent her altogether.
The front door of the kitchen stood open, and the Doctor came in that way without seeing any of the officers.
"What is the matter here?" he asked in his jolly way; "who is cut to pieces?"
"Callahan has cut herself," I answered, as I went to get the key to open her cell.
"How did she do it?"