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It
may
be
thought
by
the
layman
that
the
worst
has
been
done
to
men
sentenced
to
solitary
for
life
,
and
therefore
that
a
mere
guard
has
no
way
of
compelling
obedience
to
his
order
to
cease
tapping
.
But
the
jacket
remains
.
Starvation
remains
.
Thirst
remains
.
Man-handling
remains
.
Truly
,
a
man
pent
in
a
narrow
cell
is
very
helpless
.
So
the
tapping
ceased
,
and
that
night
,
when
it
was
next
resumed
,
I
was
all
at
sea
again
.
By
pre-arrangement
they
had
changed
the
initial
letter
of
the
code
.
But
I
had
caught
the
clue
,
and
,
in
the
matter
of
several
days
,
occurred
again
the
same
initialment
I
had
understood
.
I
did
not
wait
on
courtesy
.
"
Hello
,
"
I
tapped
"
Hello
,
stranger
,
"
Morrell
tapped
back
;
and
,
from
Oppenheimer
,
"
Welcome
to
our
city
.
"
They
were
curious
to
know
who
I
was
,
how
long
I
was
condemned
to
solitary
,
and
why
I
had
been
so
condemned
.
But
all
this
I
put
to
the
side
in
order
first
to
learn
their
system
of
changing
the
code
initial
.
After
I
had
this
clear
,
we
talked
.
It
was
a
great
day
,
for
the
two
lifers
had
become
three
,
although
they
accepted
me
only
on
probation
.
As
they
told
me
long
after
,
they
feared
I
might
be
a
stool
placed
there
to
work
a
frame-up
on
them
.
It
had
been
done
before
,
to
Oppenheimer
,
and
he
had
paid
dearly
for
the
confidence
he
reposed
in
Warden
Atherton
's
tool
.
To
my
surprise
--
yes
,
to
my
elation
be
it
said
--
both
my
fellow-prisoners
knew
me
through
my
record
as
an
incorrigible
.
Even
into
the
living
grave
Oppenheimer
had
occupied
for
ten
years
had
my
fame
,
or
notoriety
,
rather
,
penetrated
.
I
had
much
to
tell
them
of
prison
happenings
and
of
the
outside
world
.
The
conspiracy
to
escape
of
the
forty
lifers
,
the
search
for
the
alleged
dynamite
,
and
all
the
treacherous
frame-up
of
Cecil
Winwood
was
news
to
them
.
As
they
told
me
,
news
did
occasionally
dribble
into
solitary
by
way
of
the
guards
,
but
they
had
had
nothing
for
a
couple
of
months
.
The
present
guards
on
duty
in
solitary
were
a
particularly
bad
and
vindictive
set
.
Again
and
again
that
day
we
were
cursed
for
our
knuckle
talking
by
whatever
guard
was
on
.
But
we
could
not
refrain
.
The
two
of
the
living
dead
had
become
three
,
and
we
had
so
much
to
say
,
while
the
manner
of
saying
it
was
exasperatingly
slow
and
I
was
not
so
proficient
as
they
at
the
knuckle
game
.
