He looked round the small room, bare, unfurnished, severe-terribly severe; he looked at the blank walls and the barred window, high up; he looked at the floor--it was discoloured and damp.

He reached out and touched it with his hand.

He looked at the solitary chair, the basin and pail, and he shuddered.
"How awful--how awful!" he murmured.

"But if it was her father, and if I killed him"-- his head sank low--"if I killed her father!" "Water, sir." He looked up.

It was the guard with a tin of water and a dipper..