He was a tall, pleasant-looking man, something over forty, with a tendency to baldness.

I believe he instructs prisoners who cannot read or write in those useful arts.

But his general duty is to play factotum to the chaplain.

He takes the singing class, leads the music in chapel, plays the harmonium (the chaplain always calls it the organ), acts as parson's clerk, and reads the lessons when his superior's throat is hoarse with raving.

He has a clear and powerful voice, which often serves him in good stead.