been able to make my way through the mob packed around the
Court-house door. But I just followed behind him, hanging on to
his coat-tails; and at last we got safely into the jail.

"I want to see Luke," said the Doctor to a very grand person in a
blue coat with brass buttons standing at the door.

"Ask at the Superintendent's office," said the man. "Third door
on the left down the corridor."

"Who is that person you spoke to, Doctor?" I asked as we went
along the passage.

"He is a policeman."

"And what are policemen?"

"Policemen? They are to keep people in order. They've just been
invented--by Sir Robert Peel. That's why they are also called
'peelers' sometimes. It is a wonderful age we live in. They're
always thinking of something new--This will be the
Superintendent's office, I suppose."

From there another policeman was sent with us to show us the way.

Outside the door of Luke's cell we found Bob, the bulldog, who
wagged his tail sadly when he saw us. The man who was guiding us
took a large bunch of keys from his pocket and opened the door.

I had never been inside a real prison-cell before; and I felt