The men and damsels who warmed themselves at the fire must have marvelled at the infatuation of Jesus as he courted the shadow of death.
When "Black Maria" disgorged her breakfast, we were ushered into the great hall of Holloway prison.

The Deputy-Governor at once accosted us, and told us to wait, standing against the wall, until he could "see about us." Forgetting the rules and regulations, we resumed our conversation, until we attracted the attention of an underling, who marched up with a lordly air and sternly ordered us to stop talking.
Presently two figures leisurely descended the flight of stone steps leading to the offices and the interior of the prison.

I recognised one of these as the Governor of Newgate.

He had evidently come to introduce us.

His companion was Colonel Milman, the Governor of Holloway.