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He
had
not
thought
of
this
particular
scene
in
years
,
but
now
suddenly
it
came
back
to
him
.
Here
he
was
on
his
way
to
be
locked
up
in
this
dull
,
somber
prison
,
and
it
was
snowing
,
and
he
was
being
cut
out
of
human
affairs
as
much
as
it
was
possible
for
him
to
be
cut
out
.
No
friends
were
permitted
to
accompany
him
beyond
the
outer
gate
--
not
even
Steger
for
the
time
being
,
though
he
might
visit
him
later
in
the
day
.
This
was
an
inviolable
rule
.
Zanders
being
known
to
the
gate-keeper
,
and
bearing
his
commitment
paper
,
was
admitted
at
once
.
The
others
turned
solemnly
away
.
They
bade
a
gloomy
if
affectionate
farewell
to
Cowperwood
,
who
,
on
his
part
,
attempted
to
give
it
all
an
air
of
inconsequence
--
as
,
in
part
and
even
here
,
it
had
for
him
.
"
Well
,
good-by
for
the
present
,
"
he
said
,
shaking
hands
.
"
I
'll
be
all
right
and
I
'll
get
out
soon
.
Wait
and
see
.
Tell
Lillian
not
to
worry
.
"
He
stepped
inside
,
and
the
gate
clanked
solemnly
behind
him
.
Zanders
led
the
way
through
a
dark
,
somber
hall
,
wide
and
high-ceiled
,
to
a
farther
gate
,
where
a
second
gateman
,
trifling
with
a
large
key
,
unlocked
a
barred
door
at
his
bidding
.
Once
inside
the
prison
yard
,
Zanders
turned
to
the
left
into
a
small
office
,
presenting
his
prisoner
before
a
small
,
chest-high
desk
,
where
stood
a
prison
officer
in
uniform
of
blue
.
The
latter
,
the
receiving
overseer
of
the
prison
--
a
thin
,
practical
,
executive-looking
person
with
narrow
gray
eyes
and
light
hair
,
took
the
paper
which
the
sheriff
's
deputy
handed
him
and
read
it
.
This
was
his
authority
for
receiving
Cowperwood
.
In
his
turn
he
handed
Zanders
a
slip
,
showing
that
he
had
so
received
the
prisoner
;
and
then
Zanders
left
,
receiving
gratefully
the
tip
which
Cowperwood
pressed
in
his
hand
.
"
Well
,
good-by
,
Mr.
Cowperwood
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
peculiar
twist
of
his
detective-like
head
.
"
I
'm
sorry
.
I
hope
you
wo
n't
find
it
so
bad
here
.
"
He
wanted
to
impress
the
receiving
overseer
with
his
familiarity
with
this
distinguished
prisoner
,
and
Cowperwood
,
true
to
his
policy
of
make-believe
,
shook
hands
with
him
cordially
.
"
I
'm
much
obliged
to
you
for
your
courtesy
,
Mr.
Zanders
,
"
he
said
,
then
turned
to
his
new
master
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
is
determined
to
make
a
good
impression
.
He
was
now
in
the
hands
of
petty
officials
,
he
knew
,
who
could
modify
or
increase
his
comfort
at
will
.
He
wanted
to
impress
this
man
with
his
utter
willingness
to
comply
and
obey
--
his
sense
of
respect
for
his
authority
--
without
in
any
way
demeaning
himself
.
He
was
depressed
but
efficient
,
even
here
in
the
clutch
of
that
eventual
machine
of
the
law
,
the
State
penitentiary
,
which
he
had
been
struggling
so
hard
to
evade
.
The
receiving
overseer
,
Roger
Kendall
,
though
thin
and
clerical
,
was
a
rather
capable
man
,
as
prison
officials
go
--
shrewd
,
not
particularly
well
educated
,
not
over-intelligent
naturally
,
not
over-industrious
,
but
sufficiently
energetic
to
hold
his
position
.
He
knew
something
about
convicts
--
considerable
--
for
he
had
been
dealing
with
them
for
nearly
twenty-six
years
.
His
attitude
toward
them
was
cold
,
cynical
,
critical
.
