“To the 78 cell, doctor! And a stretcher to carry out the dead live ones!”
“Pat, step inside and see what is the matter with No. 78. I hear a noise.”
“I am going to have the club ready. I am not feeling very good, and I don’t think it would take much to get me—bated.”
“Now, doctor, I have a secret to tell you. I have been mistrusting a convict’s relationship to an employee of this office, and I have asked him for a complete explanation of the affair. I understand that he has shown some favors to the convict in my absence. And I can not, for the life of me, explain what the voices are that we hear in this office, at times, pertaining to this officer. He and I were here talking the matter over, and I asked him if he did not know this man was his brother. He said that he did not. At that moment we heard a voice, ‘I will show you!’ and a terrible scream came from him, and as he looked up he called his mother three times for help, and fell as you see him.”
“I have witnessed many fainting spells, but never did I find the pulse in such a condition.”
“Officer,” came the voice of Pat, “I am having a picnic, hearing the prisoner talk in his sleep, and with his eyes open. Would you mind coming in and getting some of the news?”
“You may go,” said the doctor; “I will take care of the patient. There is nothing that you can do.”
“Very well, I will see what is wrong.