My small change was carefully counted by us both, and when it was stowed in my purse, I put my signature under the amount in the register.
Then followed my other belongings.

I had stupidly brought a bunch of keys, which the officer eyed very suspiciously.

Keys in a prison! The official mind might well be alarmed.

Next came some letters and telegrams I had received while in Court, and a lead pencil, which I took from my breast-pocket.
"Anything more in that pocket ?" said the officer, catching hold of the coat-lappet, and attempting to insert his hand.
"I beg pardon," I replied, disengaging his hand and stepping back; "I can do that myself.

See!" I said, turning my pocket inside out.
He was satisfied, but slightly annoyed.