"May I send clean linen and clothes for my father?" asked Reginald. "He cannot remain as he is."
"I should advise you to send nothing, but to bring everything," said the governor; "otherwise I greatly fear he will not benefit much. This is a den of thieves and robbers."
Reginald hesitated for a moment, then he said:
"And my mother! When she knows I have found my father, nothing will keep her away."
The governor shrugged his shoulders.
"Then you must bring her, that is all," he said. "Knight will let you in the back way. Your father will not be so bad to look at when he is in his new cell. Now you must be gone; I have given you more time, young man, than I have favoured anyone with for months. Look through that window in the wall and you will see the crowd waiting to interview me."
"I am more than grateful to you, sir," said Reginald.
"All right, all right!" answered the governor, holding out his hand. "We will try to pull him through; not that it will be easy, I warn you."
"I fear not," answered Reginald; "nevertheless I thank you, sir," and, bowing to the governor, he turned round to where his father still sat in a deep, heavy slumber: his face was crimson, his hands, as Reginald felt them, were burning.
"I have cleaned the place up as best I could, sir. Shall we take him there at once?" said Knight, coming up.