23/26 It do yer good to see _somebody_ as ain't thin." From the great hall of Holloway prison we were conducted through a passage under the staircase to the basement of the reception wing. Our pockets were emptied, but not searched, and every article stowed away in a little bag. One by one we went into an office, where a clerkly official wrote our descriptions in a book. "What religion ?" he inquired, when he came to the theological department. |