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"
Show
me
,
"
the
Captain
of
the
Yard
must
have
demanded
.
And
the
forger-poet
showed
him
.
In
the
Bakery
,
night
work
was
a
regular
thing
.
One
of
the
convicts
,
a
baker
,
was
on
the
first
night-shift
.
He
was
a
stool
of
the
Captain
of
the
Yard
,
and
Winwood
knew
it
.
"
To-night
,
"
he
told
the
Captain
,
"
Summerface
will
bring
in
a
dozen
'44
automatics
.
On
his
next
time
off
he
'll
bring
in
the
ammunition
.
But
to-night
he
'll
turn
the
automatics
over
to
me
in
the
bakery
.
You
've
got
a
good
stool
there
.
He
'll
make
you
his
report
to-morrow
.
"
Now
Summerface
was
a
strapping
figure
of
a
bucolic
guard
who
hailed
from
Humboldt
County
.
He
was
a
simple-minded
,
good-natured
dolt
and
not
above
earning
an
honest
dollar
by
smuggling
in
tobacco
for
the
convicts
.
On
that
night
,
returning
from
a
trip
to
San
Francisco
,
he
brought
in
with
him
fifteen
pounds
of
prime
cigarette
tobacco
.
He
had
done
this
before
,
and
delivered
the
stuff
to
Cecil
Winwood
.
So
,
on
that
particular
night
,
he
,
all
unwitting
,
turned
the
stuff
over
to
Winwood
in
the
bakery
.
It
was
a
big
,
solid
,
paper-wrapped
bundle
of
innocent
tobacco
.
The
stool
baker
,
from
concealment
,
saw
the
package
delivered
to
Winwood
and
so
reported
to
the
Captain
of
the
Yard
next
morning
.
But
in
the
meantime
the
poet-forger
's
too-lively
imagination
ran
away
with
him
.
He
was
guilty
of
a
slip
that
gave
me
five
years
of
solitary
confinement
and
that
placed
me
in
this
condemned
cell
in
which
I
now
write
.
And
all
the
time
I
knew
nothing
about
it
.
I
did
not
even
know
of
the
break
he
had
inveigled
the
forty
lifers
into
planning
.
I
knew
nothing
,
absolutely
nothing
.
And
the
rest
knew
little
.
The
lifers
did
not
know
he
was
giving
them
the
cross
.
The
Captain
of
the
Yard
did
not
know
that
the
cross
know
was
being
worked
on
him
.
Summerface
was
the
most
innocent
of
all
.
At
the
worst
,
his
conscience
could
have
accused
him
only
of
smuggling
in
some
harmless
tobacco
.
And
now
to
the
stupid
,
silly
,
melodramatic
slip
of
Cecil
Winwood
.
Next
morning
,
when
he
encountered
the
Captain
of
the
Yard
,
he
was
triumphant
.
His
imagination
took
the
bit
in
its
teeth
.
"
Well
,
the
stuff
came
in
all
right
as
you
said
,
"
the
captain
of
the
Yard
remarked
.
"
And
enough
of
it
to
blow
half
the
prison
sky-high
,
"
Winwood
corroborated
.
