Parson Plaford thought it an auspicious occasion for preaching one of his silliest sermons, and when I returned to my cell I was greatly refreshed.

Opening my Bible, I read the four accounts of the Crucifixion, and marvelled how so many millions of people could regard them as consistent histories, until I reflected that they never took the trouble to read them one after another at a single sitting.
Once or twice I caught a glimpse of Mr.Ramsey in chapel, and I occasionally saw Mr.Kemp in the exercise-ground.

But I knew nothing of what was going on outside.

One day, however, the outer silence was broken.

The Governor entered my cell in the morning, and told me he had received a letter from Mr.Bradlaugh, stating that our original Indictment (in which he was included) would be tried in a few days, and that he had an order from the Home Office to see Mr.Ramsey and me separately.