You've got your own troubles there." "And you--if you're acquitted ?" "If I'm acquitted, I'll take to the high seas--till I'm cured." A moment later, without further words, Dyck was alone.

He heard the door clang.
He sat for some time on the edge of his bed, buried in dejection.
Presently, however, the door opened.

"A letter for you, sir," said the jailer..