A dapper little officer, who treated me with a queer mixture of authority and respectfulness, wrote out my description as though he were filling in a passport.

I was very much amused, and finding he was not too precise in his observations, I corrected and supplemented them in a good-humored manner.
After completing this task he requested me to deliver up the contents of my pockets.

Having passed nearly all my money to Mr.Wheeler, I had little to deposit.

Some prisoners, however, are less careful.

The officer told me that he occasionally received as much as ten or twelve pounds from one visitor, although the majority were almost penniless.