left, a two-storeyed house with a signboard. The huge brick

building, the prison proper, was just in front, and the visitors

were not allowed to come up to it. A sentinel was pacing up and

down in front of it, and shouted at any one who tried to pass

At the gate of the wooden buildings, to the right, opposite the

sentinel, sat a warder on a bench, dressed in uniform, with gold

cords, a notebook in his hands. The visitors came up to him, and

named the persons they wanted to see, and he put the names down.