SCENE I
A prison.A plainly furnished room,with two large barred windows,overlooking the prisoners'exercise yard,where men,in yellow clothes marked with arrows,and yellow brimless caps,are seen in single file at a distance of four yards from each other,walking rapidly on serpentine white lines marked on the concrete floor of the yard.Two warders in blue uniforms,with peaked caps and swords,are stationed amongst them.The room has distempered walls,a bookcase with numerous official-looking books,a cupboard between the windows,a plan of the prison on the wall,a writing-table covered with documents.It is Christmas Eve.
The GOVERNOR,a neat,grave-looking man,with a trim,fair moustache,the eyes of a theorist,and grizzled hair,receding from the temples,is standing close to this writing-table looking at a sort of rough saw made out of a piece of metal.
The hand in which he holds it is gloved,for two fingers are missing.The chief warder,WOODER,a tall,thin,military-looking man of sixty,with grey moustache and melancholy,monkey-like eyes,stands very upright two paces from him.
THE GOVERNOR.[With a faint,abstracted smile]Queer-looking affair,Mr.Wooder!Where did you find it?
WOODER.In his mattress,sir.Haven't come across such a thing for two years now.
THE GOVERNOR.[With curiosity]Had he any set plan?
WOODER.He'd sawed his window-bar about that much.[He holds up his thumb and finger a quarter of an inch apart]
THE GOVERNOR.I'll see him this afternoon.What's his name?
Moaney!An old hand,I think?
WOODER.Yes,sir-fourth spell of penal.You'd think an old lag like him would have had more sense by now.[With pitying contempt]
Occupied his mind,he said.Breaking in and breaking out--that's all they think about.
THE GOVERNOR.Who's next him?
WOODER.O'Cleary,sir.
THE GOVERNOR.The Irishman.
WOODER.Next him again there's that young fellow,Falder--star class--and next him old Clipton.
THE GOVERNOR.Ah,yes!"The philosopher."I want to see him about his eyes.
WOODER.Curious thing,sir:they seem to know when there's one of these tries at escape going on.It makes them restive--there's a regular wave going through them just now.
THE GOVERNOR.[Meditatively]Odd things--those waves.[Turning to look at the prisoners exercising]Seem quiet enough out here!
WOODER.That Irishman,O'Cleary,began banging on his door this morning.Little thing like that's quite enough to upset the whole lot.They're just like dumb animals at times.
THE GOVERNOR.I've seen it with horses before thunder--it'll run right through cavalry lines.
The prison CHAPLAIN has entered.He is a dark-haired,ascetic man,in clerical undress,with a peculiarly steady,tight-lipped face and slow,cultured speech.
THE GOVERNOR.[Holding up the saw]Seen this,Miller?
THE CHAPLAIN.Useful-looking specimen.
THE GOVERNOR.Do for the Museum,eh![He goes to the cupboard and opens it,displaying to view a number of quaint ropes,hooks,and metal tools with labels tied on them]That'll do,thanks,Mr.
Wooder.
WOODER.[Saluting]Thank you,sir.[He goes out]
THE GOVERNOR.Account for the state of the men last day or two,Miller?Seems going through the whole place.
THE CHAPLAIN.No.I don't know of anything.
THE GOVERNOR.By the way,will you dine with us on Christmas Day?
THE CHAPLAIN.To-morrow.Thanks very much.
THE GOVERNOR.Worries me to feel the men discontented.[Gazing at the saw]Have to punish this poor devil.Can't help liking a man who tries to escape.[He places the saw in his pocket and locks the cupboard again]
THE CHAPLAIN.Extraordinary perverted will-power--some of them.
Nothing to be done till it's broken.
THE GOVERNOR.And not much afterwards,I'm afraid.Ground too hard for golf?
WOODER comes in again.
WOODER.Visitor who's been seeing Q 3007asks to speak to you,sir.
I told him it wasn't usual.
THE GOVERNOR.What about?
WOODER.Shall I put him off,sir?
THE GOVERNOR.[Resignedly]No,no.Let's see him.Don't go,Miller.
WOODER motions to some one without,and as the visitor comes in withdraws.
The visitor is COKESON,who is attired in a thick overcoat to the knees,woollen gloves,arid carries a top hat.
COKESON.I'm sorry to trouble you.I've been talking to the young man.
THE GOVERNOR.We have a good many here.
COKESON.Name of Falder,forgery.[Producing a card,and handing it to the GOVERNOR]Firm of James and Walter How.Well known in the law.
THE GOVERNOR.[Receiving the card-with a faint smile]What do you want to see me about,sir?
COKESON.[Suddenly seeing the prisoners at exercise]Why!what a sight!
THE GOVERNOR.Yes,we have that privilege from here;my office is being done up.[Sitting down at his table]Now,please!
COKESON.[Dragging his eyes with difficulty from the window]Iwanted to say a word to you;I shan't keep you long.
[Confidentially]Fact is,I oughtn't to be here by rights.His sister came to me--he's got no father and mother--and she was in some distress."My husband won't let me go and see him,"she said;"says he's disgraced the family.And his other sister,"she said,"is an invalid."And she asked me to come.Well,I take an interest in him.He was our junior--I go to the same chapel--and I didn't like to refuse.And what I wanted to tell you was,he seems lonely here.
THE GOVERNOR.Not unnaturally.
COKESON.I'm afraid it'll prey on my mind.I see a lot of them about working together.
THE GOVERNOR.Those are local prisoners.The convicts serve their three months here in separate confinement,sir.
COKESON.But we don't want to be unreasonable.He's quite downhearted.I wanted to ask you to let him run about with the others.
THE GOVERNOR.[With faint amusement]Ring the bell-would you,Miller?[To COKESON]You'd like to hear what the doctor says about him,perhaps.
THE CHAPLAIN.[Ringing the bell]You are not accustomed to prisons,it would seem,sir.
COKESON.No.But it's a pitiful sight.He's quite a young fellow.
