The following telegram was sent:
"Cannot get prisoners out of night-cells. Something the matter with locks. Cannot give them any food. The matter is very urgent. What shall I do?"
The following answer was received:
"Inspector coming down."
The inspector came down--Major William Hardinge. A tall, portly gentleman, with a very decided manner. When he saw the governor he came to the point at once.
"What's all this stuff?"
"We can't get the prisoners out of the night-cells."
"Why?"
"There's something the matter with the locks."
"Have you given them any food?"