"Standing has given me the cross.

He's lifted the plant and stowed it somewhere else." The Captain of the Yard said more emphatic things than "My God!" Also, on the spur of the moment but cold-bloodedly, he took Winwood into his own private office, looked the doors, and beat him up frightfully--all of which came out before the Board of Directors.

But that was afterward.

In the meantime, even while he took his beating, Winwood swore by the truth of what he had told.
What was Captain Jamie to do?
He was convinced that thirty-five pounds of dynamite were loose in the prison and that forty desperate lifers were ready for a break.

Oh, he had Summerface in on the carpet, and, although Summerface insisted the package contained tobacco, Winwood swore it was dynamite and was believed.
At this stage I enter or, rather, I depart, for they took me away out of the sunshine and the light of day to the dungeons, and in the dungeons and in the solitary cells, out of the sunshine and the light of day, I rotted for five years.
I was puzzled.