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When
the
jail
was
reached
he
was
led
to
the
central
portion
,
as
it
was
here
that
the
sheriff
,
Adlai
Jaspers
,
had
his
private
office
.
Jaspers
had
recently
been
elected
to
office
,
and
was
inclined
to
conform
to
all
outward
appearances
,
in
so
far
as
the
proper
conduct
of
his
office
was
concerned
,
without
in
reality
inwardly
conforming
.
Thus
it
was
generally
known
among
the
politicians
that
one
way
he
had
of
fattening
his
rather
lean
salary
was
to
rent
private
rooms
and
grant
special
privileges
to
prisoners
who
had
the
money
to
pay
for
the
same
.
Other
sheriffs
had
done
it
before
him
.
In
fact
,
when
Jaspers
was
inducted
into
office
,
several
prisoners
were
already
enjoying
these
privileges
,
and
it
was
not
a
part
of
his
scheme
of
things
to
disturb
them
.
The
rooms
that
he
let
to
the
"
right
parties
,
"
as
he
invariably
put
it
,
were
in
the
central
portion
of
the
jail
,
where
were
his
own
private
living
quarters
.
They
were
unbarred
,
and
not
at
all
cell-like
.
There
was
no
particular
danger
of
escape
,
for
a
guard
stood
always
at
his
private
door
instructed
"
to
keep
an
eye
"
on
the
general
movements
of
all
the
inmates
.
A
prisoner
so
accommodated
was
in
many
respects
quite
a
free
person
.
His
meals
were
served
to
him
in
his
room
,
if
he
wished
.
He
could
read
or
play
cards
,
or
receive
guests
;
and
if
he
had
any
favorite
musical
instrument
,
that
was
not
denied
him
.
There
was
just
one
rule
that
had
to
be
complied
with
.
If
he
were
a
public
character
,
and
any
newspaper
men
called
,
he
had
to
be
brought
down-stairs
into
the
private
interviewing
room
in
order
that
they
might
not
know
that
he
was
not
confined
in
a
cell
like
any
other
prisoner
.
Nearly
all
of
these
facts
had
been
brought
to
Cowperwood
's
attention
beforehand
by
Steger
;
but
for
all
that
,
when
he
crossed
the
threshold
of
the
jail
a
peculiar
sensation
of
strangeness
and
defeat
came
over
him
.
He
and
his
party
were
conducted
to
a
little
office
to
the
left
of
the
entrance
,
where
were
only
a
desk
and
a
chair
,
dimly
lighted
by
a
low-burning
gas-jet
.
Sheriff
Jaspers
,
rotund
and
ruddy
,
met
them
,
greeting
them
in
quite
a
friendly
way
.
Zanders
was
dismissed
,
and
went
briskly
about
his
affairs
.
"
A
bad
night
,
is
n't
it
?
"
observed
Jaspers
,
turning
up
the
gas
and
preparing
to
go
through
the
routine
of
registering
his
prisoner
.
Steger
came
over
and
held
a
short
,
private
conversation
with
him
in
his
corner
,
over
his
desk
which
resulted
presently
in
the
sheriff
's
face
lighting
up
.
"
Oh
,
certainly
,
certainly
!
That
's
all
right
,
Mr.
Steger
,
to
be
sure
!
Why
,
certainly
!
"
Cowperwood
,
eyeing
the
fat
sheriff
from
his
position
,
understood
what
it
was
all
about
.
He
had
regained
completely
his
critical
attitude
,
his
cool
,
intellectual
poise
.
So
this
was
the
jail
,
and
this
was
the
fat
mediocrity
of
a
sheriff
who
was
to
take
care
of
him
.
Very
good
.
He
would
make
the
best
of
it
.
He
wondered
whether
he
was
to
be
searched
--
prisoners
usually
were
--
but
he
soon
discovered
that
he
was
not
to
be
.
"
That
's
all
right
,
Mr.
Cowperwood
,
"
said
Jaspers
,
getting
up
.
"
I
guess
I
can
make
you
comfortable
,
after
a
fashion
.
We
're
not
running
a
hotel
here
,
as
you
know
"
--
he
chuckled
to
himself
--
"
but
I
guess
I
can
make
you
comfortable
.
John
,
"
he
called
to
a
sleepy
factotum
,
who
appeared
from
another
room
,
rubbing
his
eyes
,
"
is
the
key
to
Number
Six
down
here
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
Let
me
have
it
.
"
