had inherited a great fortune and a greater title his envy would
not have been so genuine.

Going out!

The drive in the brake to the station, the ride to London in
creased, but comfortable clothing, free as the air, at liberty to
go to bed and rise when he liked, to choose his own dinner, to
answer no call save the call of his conscience, to see - he
checked himself.

"What are you in for?" he asked in self-defence.

"Conspiracy and fraud," said the other cheerfully. "I was put
away by a woman after three of us had got clear with 12,000
pounds. Damn rough luck, wasn't it?"

John nodded.

It was curious, he thought, how sympathetic one grows with these
exponents of crimes. One naturally adopts their point of view and
sees life through their distorted vision.

"I bet I'm not given away with the next lot," the prisoner went
on. "I've got one of the biggest ideas I've ever had, and I've
got a real good man to help me."

"How?" asked John, in surprise.

The man jerked his head in the direction of the prison.