self-sacrifice. It was said of him that when he once got on a green
it was next to impossible to get him off of it.

But all this is neither here nor there. Suffice to say that shortly
after his return to New York, Mr. Yollop paid a more or less
clandestine visit to the Tombs, where he saw Cassius. This was the
week before the trial was to open. He found the crook in a
disconsolate frame of mind.

"Don't call me Yollop," he managed to convey to the prisoner. "I
gave another name to the jailer or whatever he is. Is it jail bird?
It wouldn't look right for the prosecuting witness to come down here
to see you. They think I'm your brother-in-law."

Smilk glowered. "Has your hearin' improved any?" he inquired, after
locating the disc.

"No, of course not."

"Then," said the prisoner, "I can't tell you what I think of you
without the whole damn' jail hearin' me, so I guess you'd better
beat it."

"Splendid! That's just the way I might have expected you to talk to
your brother-in-law."

"Well, what do you want anyhow?"

"I don't think that's a very nice way to speak to a--"