No answer, but a glittering eye bent on Hawes.
“Put him in the jacket,” cried Hawes with an oath.
Hodges and Fry laid each a hand upon the man's shoulder and walked him off.
“Stop!” cried Hawes suddenly; “his reverence is here, and he is not partial to the jacket.”
The chaplain was innocent enough to make a graceful grateful bow to Hawes.
“Give him the dark cell for twenty-four hours,” continued Hawes with a malicious grin.
The thief gave a cry of dismay and shook himself clear of the turnkeys.
“Anything but that,” cried he with trembling voice.
“Oh! you have found your tongue, have you?”
“Any punishment but that,” almost shrieked the despairing man. “Leave me my reason. You have robbed me of everything else. For pity's sake leave me my reason!”