"Colonel, to you!" said Wemmick; "how are you, Colonel?"

     "All right, Mr. Wemmick."

     "Everything was done that could be done, but the evidence was too strong for us, Colonel."

     "Yes, it was too strong, sir,--but I don't care."

     "No, no," said Wemmick, coolly, "you don't care." Then, turning to me, "Served His Majesty this man. Was a soldier in the line and bought his discharge."

     I said, "Indeed?" and the man's eyes looked at me, and then looked over my head, and then looked all round me, and then he drew his hand across his lips and laughed.

     "I think I shall be out of this on Monday, sir," he said to Wemmick.

     "Perhaps," returned my friend, "but there's no knowing."

     "I am glad to have the chance of bidding you good by, Mr. Wemmick," said the man, stretching out his hand between two bars.