I heard my cell door open. A gruff voice called to me to step out. I was glad to do so, and was told to come along.
CHAPTER II.
Prison Life.—Mysterious Influences.
As I was taken through the iron doors I heard a slam after me. The guard also heard the same noise. Turning, he called to me to halt, saying: “What was that?”
“I’m sure, I do not know, sir,” I replied; “I only heard a noise.”
“I am not sure whether I did or not. I thought I saw a lady, as I turned my head.”
“Could it be a ghost?” I thought, and, if so, why was it following me?
“Guard, what is the complaint against this man?” inquired the superintendent.
“He will not work, sir.”