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Rats
and
other
vermin
infested
this
,
and
it
gave
off
an
unpleasant
odor
which
filled
the
cell
.
The
floor
was
of
stone
.
Cowperwood
's
clear-seeing
eyes
took
it
all
in
at
a
glance
.
He
noted
the
hard
cell
door
,
which
was
barred
and
cross-barred
with
great
round
rods
of
steel
,
and
fastened
with
a
thick
,
highly
polished
lock
.
He
saw
also
that
beyond
this
was
a
heavy
wooden
door
,
which
could
shut
him
in
even
more
completely
than
the
iron
one
.
There
was
no
chance
for
any
clear
,
purifying
sunlight
here
.
Cleanliness
depended
entirely
on
whitewash
,
soap
and
water
and
sweeping
,
which
in
turn
depended
on
the
prisoners
themselves
.
He
also
took
in
Chapin
,
the
homely
,
good-natured
,
cell
overseer
whom
he
now
saw
for
the
first
time
--
a
large
,
heavy
,
lumbering
man
,
rather
dusty
and
misshapen-looking
,
whose
uniform
did
not
fit
him
well
,
and
whose
manner
of
standing
made
him
look
as
though
he
would
much
prefer
to
sit
down
.
He
was
obviously
bulky
,
but
not
strong
,
and
his
kindly
face
was
covered
with
a
short
growth
of
grayish-brown
whiskers
.
His
hair
was
cut
badly
and
stuck
out
in
odd
strings
or
wisps
from
underneath
his
big
cap
.
Nevertheless
,
Cowperwood
was
not
at
all
unfavorably
impressed
--
quite
the
contrary
--
and
he
felt
at
once
that
this
man
might
be
more
considerate
of
him
than
the
others
had
been
.
He
hoped
so
,
anyhow
.
He
did
not
know
that
he
was
in
the
presence
of
the
overseer
of
the
"
manners
squad
,
"
who
would
have
him
in
charge
for
two
weeks
only
,
instructing
him
in
the
rules
of
the
prison
,
and
that
he
was
only
one
of
twenty-six
,
all
told
,
who
were
in
Chapin
's
care
.
That
worthy
,
by
way
of
easy
introduction
,
now
went
over
to
the
bed
and
seated
himself
on
it
.
He
pointed
to
the
hard
wooden
chair
,
which
Cowperwood
drew
out
and
sat
on
.
"
Well
,
now
you
're
here
,
hai
n't
yuh
?
"
he
asked
,
and
answered
himself
quite
genially
,
for
he
was
an
unlettered
man
,
generously
disposed
,
of
long
experience
with
criminals
,
and
inclined
to
deal
kindly
with
kindly
temperament
and
a
form
of
religious
belief
--
Quakerism
--
had
inclined
him
to
be
merciful
,
and
yet
his
official
duties
,
as
Cowperwood
later
found
out
,
seemed
to
have
led
him
to
the
conclusion
that
most
criminals
were
innately
bad
.
Like
Kendall
,
he
regarded
them
as
weaklings
and
ne'er
-
do-wells
with
evil
streaks
in
them
,
and
in
the
main
he
was
not
mistaken
.
Yet
he
could
not
help
being
what
he
was
,
a
fatherly
,
kindly
old
man
,
having
faith
in
those
shibboleths
of
the
weak
and
inexperienced
mentally
--
human
justice
and
human
decency
.
"
Yes
,
I
'm
here
,
Mr.
Chapin
,
"
Cowperwood
replied
,
simply
,
remembering
his
name
from
the
attendant
,
and
flattering
the
keeper
by
the
use
of
it
.
To
old
Chapin
the
situation
was
more
or
less
puzzling
.
This
was
the
famous
Frank
A.
Cowperwood
whom
he
had
read
about
,
the
noted
banker
and
treasury-looter
.
He
and
his
co-partner
in
crime
,
Stener
,
were
destined
to
serve
,
as
he
had
read
,
comparatively
long
terms
here
.
Five
hundred
thousand
dollars
was
a
large
sum
of
money
in
those
days
,
much
more
than
five
million
would
have
been
forty
years
later
.
He
was
awed
by
the
thought
of
what
had
become
of
it
--
how
Cowperwood
managed
to
do
all
the
things
the
papers
had
said
he
had
done
.
He
had
a
little
formula
of
questions
which
he
usually
went
through
with
each
new
prisoner
--
asking
him
if
he
was
sorry
now
for
the
crime
he
had
committed
,
if
he
meant
to
do
better
with
a
new
chance
,
if
his
father
and
mother
were
alive
,
etc.
;
and
by
the
manner
in
which
they
answered
these
questions
--
simply
,
regretfully
,
defiantly
,
or
otherwise
--
he
judged
whether
they
were
being
adequately
punished
or
not
.
Yet
he
could
not
talk
to
Cowperwood
as
he
now
saw
or
as
he
would
to
the
average
second-story
burglar
,
store-looter
,
pickpocket
,
and
plain
cheap
thief
and
swindler
.
And
yet
he
scarcely
knew
how
else
to
talk
.
"
Well
,
now
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
I
do
n't
suppose
you
ever
thought
you
'd
get
to
a
place
like
this
,
did
you
,
Mr.
Cowperwood
?
"
"
I
never
did
,
"
replied
Frank
,
simply
.
"
I
would
n't
have
believed
it
a
few
months
ago
,
Mr.
Chapin
.
I
do
n't
think
I
deserve
to
be
here
now
,
though
of
course
there
is
no
use
of
my
telling
you
that
.
"
