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"
You
'll
have
to
put
this
on
,
"
Kuby
said
,
and
opened
it
in
such
a
way
that
it
could
be
put
over
Cowperwood
's
head
.
Cowperwood
understood
.
He
had
heard
of
it
in
some
way
,
in
times
past
.
He
was
a
little
shocked
--
looked
at
it
first
with
a
touch
of
real
surprise
,
but
a
moment
after
lifted
his
hands
and
helped
pull
it
down
.
"
Never
mind
,
"
cautioned
the
guard
,
"
put
your
hands
down
.
I
'll
get
it
over
.
"
Cowperwood
dropped
his
arms
.
When
it
was
fully
on
,
it
came
to
about
his
chest
,
giving
him
little
means
of
seeing
anything
.
He
felt
very
strange
,
very
humiliated
,
very
downcast
.
This
simple
thing
of
a
blue-and-white
striped
bag
over
his
head
almost
cost
him
his
sense
of
self-possession
.
Why
could
not
they
have
spared
him
this
last
indignity
,
he
thought
?
"
This
way
,
"
said
his
attendant
,
and
he
was
led
out
to
where
he
could
not
say
.
"
If
you
hold
it
out
in
front
you
can
see
to
walk
,
"
said
his
guide
;
and
Cowperwood
pulled
it
out
,
thus
being
able
to
discern
his
feet
and
a
portion
of
the
floor
below
.
He
was
thus
conducted
--
seeing
nothing
in
his
transit
--
down
a
short
walk
,
then
through
a
long
corridor
,
then
through
a
room
of
uniformed
guards
,
and
finally
up
a
narrow
flight
of
iron
steps
,
leading
to
the
overseer
's
office
on
the
second
floor
of
one
of
the
two-tier
blocks
.
There
,
he
heard
the
voice
of
Kuby
saying
:
"
Mr.
Chapin
,
here
's
another
prisoner
for
you
from
Mr.
Kendall
.
"
"
I
'll
be
there
in
a
minute
,
"
came
a
peculiarly
pleasant
voice
from
the
distance
.
Presently
a
big
,
heavy
hand
closed
about
his
arm
,
and
he
was
conducted
still
further
.
"
You
hai
n't
got
far
to
go
now
,
"
the
voice
said
,
"
and
then
I
'll
take
that
bag
off
,
"
and
Cowperwood
felt
for
some
reason
a
sense
of
sympathy
,
perhaps
--
as
though
he
would
choke
.
The
further
steps
were
not
many
.
A
cell
door
was
reached
and
unlocked
by
the
inserting
of
a
great
iron
key
.
It
was
swung
open
,
and
the
same
big
hand
guided
him
through
.
A
moment
later
the
bag
was
pulled
easily
from
his
head
,
and
he
saw
that
he
was
in
a
narrow
,
whitewashed
cell
,
rather
dim
,
windowless
,
but
lighted
from
the
top
by
a
small
skylight
of
frosted
glass
three
and
one
half
feet
long
by
four
inches
wide
.
For
a
night
light
there
was
a
tin-bodied
lamp
swinging
from
a
hook
near
the
middle
of
one
of
the
side
walls
.
A
rough
iron
cot
,
furnished
with
a
straw
mattress
and
two
pairs
of
dark
blue
,
probably
unwashed
blankets
,
stood
in
one
corner
.
There
was
a
hydrant
and
small
sink
in
another
.
A
small
shelf
occupied
the
wall
opposite
the
bed
.
A
plain
wooden
chair
with
a
homely
round
back
stood
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
and
a
fairly
serviceable
broom
was
standing
in
one
corner
.
There
was
an
iron
stool
or
pot
for
excreta
,
giving
,
as
he
could
see
,
into
a
large
drain-pipe
which
ran
along
the
inside
wall
,
and
which
was
obviously
flushed
by
buckets
of
water
being
poured
into
it
.
