“Well, here is your ‘fellow,’ No. 78. I can’t say ‘prisoner’ anny longer. He gets his freedom to-day, and me old shoes will have to go with him, for I don’t think I can get them to track anny other direction after the prisoner 78 is gone out. Have you sent for the officer convict? Here he comes.”
“Yes, Pat. Don’t you see Mrs. Pearson sitting there?”
“I beg your pardon, madam. I very seldom see a lady.”
“All brutes of men are alike.”
“Pearson, you may come in. Your wife is here to see you, and you may be seated over there. I will look after your brother, here. He gets his freedom to-day. The real murderer is in his new suit, and will be given his occupation in the morning.”
“Did I hear that I am a free man?”
“You are, Clarence. Here are the papers.”
“And my brother? Oh! what will you do with him? Turn him loose?”
“No; not until we hear from the court. He will have his trial this week, and I hope we will then be able to turn him loose.”