Harding laid hands on the chair and wheeled it round to the light. "What's that? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing," said Gardiner. His eyes blinked stupidly in the sunshine. "May I—may I have my letter?" he asked, half stretching out his hand.
"I'm afraid that's against the rules, but I can read it to you again, if you like."
The hand dropped.
"Is there any question you want to ask?"
"No," said Gardiner; adding, as an afterthought: "No, thank you, sir." It was the first time he had used the title of respect. Certainly a hard case, and the Governor was very sorry for him, and not quite satisfied; but there was nothing to be done. He looked at Mackenzie, and Mackenzie touched B14's arm. Stumbling to his feet, he got out of the room and down the passages somehow to his cell, where he dropped face downwards on the bed.
"I'll be round in twa-three minutes to take you to hospital," said Mackenzie, preparing to withdraw.
"Mackenzie."
"Well? What ails ye now?"
The prisoner had struggled up on his elbow. "Tell Dr. Scott I want to see him."