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"
I
take
my
hat
off
to
you
,
Hutchins
,
"
he
said
"
You
know
your
job
.
Now
roll
him
over
and
let
's
look
at
him
.
"
They
rolled
me
over
on
my
back
.
I
stared
up
at
them
with
bulging
eyes
.
This
I
know
:
Had
they
laced
me
in
such
fashion
the
first
time
I
went
into
the
jacket
,
I
would
surely
have
died
in
the
first
ten
minutes
.
But
I
was
well
trained
.
I
had
behind
me
the
thousands
of
hours
in
the
jacket
,
and
,
plus
that
,
I
had
faith
in
what
Morrell
had
told
me
.
"
Now
,
laugh
,
damn
you
,
laugh
,
"
said
the
Warden
to
me
.
"
Start
that
smile
you
've
been
bragging
about
.
"
So
,
while
my
lungs
panted
for
a
little
air
,
while
my
heart
threatened
to
burst
,
while
my
mind
reeled
,
nevertheless
I
was
able
to
smile
up
into
the
Warden
's
face
.
The
door
clanged
,
shutting
out
all
but
a
little
light
,
and
I
was
left
alone
on
my
back
.
By
the
tricks
I
had
long
since
learned
in
the
jacket
,
I
managed
to
writhe
myself
across
the
floor
an
inch
at
a
time
until
the
edge
of
the
sole
of
my
right
shoe
touched
the
door
.
There
was
an
immense
cheer
in
this
.
I
was
not
utterly
alone
.
If
the
need
arose
,
I
could
at
least
rap
knuckle
talk
to
Morrell
.
But
Warden
Atherton
must
have
left
strict
injunctions
on
the
guards
,
for
,
though
I
managed
to
call
Morrell
and
tell
him
I
intended
trying
the
experiment
,
he
was
prevented
by
the
guards
from
replying
.
Me
they
could
only
curse
,
for
,
in
so
far
as
I
was
in
the
jacket
for
a
ten
days
'
bout
,
I
was
beyond
all
threat
of
punishment
.
I
remember
remarking
at
the
time
my
serenity
of
mind
.
The
customary
pain
of
the
jacket
was
in
my
body
,
but
my
mind
was
so
passive
that
I
was
no
more
aware
of
the
pain
than
was
I
aware
of
the
floor
beneath
me
or
the
walls
around
me
.
Never
was
a
man
in
better
mental
and
spiritual
condition
for
such
an
experiment
.
Of
course
,
this
was
largely
due
to
my
extreme
weakness
.
But
there
was
more
to
it
.
I
had
long
schooled
myself
to
be
oblivious
to
pain
.
I
had
neither
doubts
nor
fears
.
All
the
content
of
my
mind
seemed
to
be
an
absolute
faith
in
the
over-lordship
of
the
mind
.
This
passivity
was
almost
dream-like
,
and
yet
,
in
its
way
,
it
was
positive
almost
to
a
pitch
of
exaltation
.
I
began
my
concentration
of
will
.
Even
then
my
body
was
numbing
and
prickling
through
the
loss
of
circulation
.
I
directed
my
will
to
the
little
toe
of
my
right
foot
,
and
I
willed
that
toe
to
cease
to
be
alive
in
my
consciousness
.
I
willed
that
toe
to
die
--
to
die
so
far
as
I
,
its
lord
,
and
a
different
thing
entirely
from
it
,
was
concerned
.
There
was
the
hard
struggle
.
Morrell
had
warned
me
that
it
would
be
so
.
But
there
was
no
flicker
of
doubt
to
disturb
my
faith
.
I
knew
that
that
toe
would
die
,
and
I
knew
when
it
was
dead
.
Joint
by
joint
it
had
died
under
the
compulsion
of
my
will
.
