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"
Who
knows
anything
about
dynamite
?
"
And
of
course
nobody
knew
,
although
it
had
been
the
burden
of
the
interrogation
put
to
him
.
Luigi
Polazzo
came
back
in
a
little
less
than
two
hours
,
and
he
came
back
a
wreck
that
babbled
in
delirium
and
could
give
no
answer
to
the
questions
showered
upon
him
along
the
echoing
corridor
of
dungeons
by
the
men
who
were
yet
to
get
what
he
had
got
,
and
who
desired
greatly
to
know
what
things
had
been
done
to
him
and
what
interrogations
had
been
put
to
him
.
Twice
again
in
the
next
forty-eight
hours
Luigi
was
taken
out
and
interrogated
.
After
that
,
a
gibbering
imbecile
,
he
went
to
live
in
Bughouse
Alley
.
He
has
a
strong
constitution
.
His
shoulders
are
broad
,
his
nostrils
wide
,
his
chest
is
deep
,
his
blood
is
pure
;
he
will
continue
to
gibber
in
Bughouse
Alley
long
after
I
have
swung
off
and
escaped
the
torment
of
the
penitentiaries
of
California
.
Man
after
man
was
taken
away
,
one
at
a
time
,
and
the
wrecks
of
men
were
brought
back
,
one
by
one
,
to
rave
and
howl
in
the
darkness
.
And
as
I
lay
there
and
listened
to
the
moaning
and
the
groaning
,
and
all
the
idle
chattering
of
pain-addled
wits
,
somehow
,
vaguely
reminiscent
,
it
seemed
to
me
that
somewhere
,
some
time
,
I
had
sat
in
a
high
place
,
callous
and
proud
,
and
listened
to
a
similar
chorus
of
moaning
and
groaning
Afterwards
,
as
you
shall
learn
,
I
identified
this
reminiscence
and
knew
that
the
moaning
and
the
groaning
was
of
the
sweep-slaves
manacled
to
their
benches
,
which
I
heard
from
above
,
on
the
poop
,
a
soldier
passenger
on
a
galley
of
old
Rome
.
That
was
when
I
sailed
for
Alexandria
,
a
captain
of
men
,
on
my
way
to
Jerusalem
...
but
that
is
a
story
I
shall
tell
you
later
.
In
the
meanwhile
...
.
In
the
meanwhile
obtained
the
horror
of
the
dungeons
,
after
the
discovery
of
the
plot
to
break
prison
.
And
never
,
during
those
eternal
hours
of
waiting
,
was
it
absent
from
my
consciousness
that
I
should
follow
these
other
convicts
out
,
endure
the
hells
of
inquisition
they
endured
,
and
be
brought
back
a
wreck
and
flung
on
the
stone
floor
of
my
stone-walled
,
iron-doored
dungeon
.
They
came
for
me
.
Ungraciously
and
ungently
,
with
blow
and
curse
,
they
haled
me
forth
,
and
I
faced
Captain
Jamie
and
Warden
Atherton
,
themselves
arrayed
with
the
strength
of
half
a
dozen
state-bought
,
tax-paid
brutes
of
guards
who
lingered
in
the
room
to
do
any
bidding
.
But
they
were
not
needed
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
said
Warden
Atherton
,
indicating
a
stout
arm-chair
.
I
,
beaten
and
sore
,
without
water
for
a
night
long
and
a
day
long
,
faint
with
hunger
,
weak
from
a
beating
that
had
been
added
to
five
days
in
the
dungeon
and
eighty
hours
in
the
jacket
,
oppressed
by
the
calamity
of
human
fate
,
apprehensive
of
what
was
to
happen
to
me
from
what
I
had
seen
happen
to
the
others
--
I
,
a
wavering
waif
of
a
human
man
and
an
erstwhile
professor
of
agronomy
in
a
quiet
college
town
,
I
hesitated
to
accept
the
invitation
to
sit
down
.
