Cusack was standing close to the culprit, and turning round, he shouted for the attendants, who hurried to him; along with them Brophy and I entered the ward, when Cusack resumed—
"This man has been smoking tobacco; the pipe was in his mouth when I came into the ward."
"No, sir."
"You have the pipe in the bed with you."
"No, sir."
"Lift this fellow to another bed, and see that he has nothing wrapped in his shirt."
The order was obeyed, and then the vacated bed was strictly searched, the bolster, quilt, blankets, sheets, and mattress separately examined, but no pipe was forthcoming, Cusack repeated his positive assertions, that he had seen the fellow smoking, but he could only elicit another "No, sir." He was retiring from the ward, not perplexed in his conviction of having witnessed the forbidden indulgence, but disappointed and annoyed at the fruitless search. Returning to the offender, he said—
"I promise to forgive you fully, and leave you quite unpunished, if you now tell me where you put the pipe."
"Try your own pocket, sir."