“But you told me, sir, that I had still two weeks to serve.”
“What? I told you that? Why, man, you’re crazy. Wake up! You foolish fellow, don’t you know that the moment you made off, your discharge papers were lying on my desk all ready?”
“And you didn’t say I had two more weeks to serve?”
“No, damn it, no! How could I? Why, Johnston there had already been sent to the storage room for your belongings.
“Isn’t that so, Johnston?”
“Yes, sir!” nodded the chief jailer emphatically.
“Didn’t I tell you number three hundred and sixteen was due out that day?”
“Yes, sir! Remember distinctly, sir.”
Phil’s lip curled contemptuously, and, although he was in no mood for arguing under such conditions, he could not resist one more query.