I was therefore confined to my cell without exercise or fresh air from Friday morning until Monday morning, or three clear days.

The exercise out of doors is a delightful relief from solitary confinement in a brick vault.

The prisoners walk in Indian file in circles: a regular thieves' procession, the Rogue's March without the music.

The new comers, who violate the rule of silence, are soon detected by the vigilant officers, but the old hands, as I have said, acquire a habit of speaking without moving the lips, and in a tone which just reaches their next neighbor.

Ten days or so after I entered Holloway I overheard the following conversation behind me:-- "Who's that bloke in front o' you ?" "Dunno," was the reply.