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      Cursing himself for almost losing control, the prisoner gave no reply.

      ‘You had an argument with him earlier. Later, you saw your opportunity, and you viciously broke both his legs.’

      Slowly shaking his head, the prisoner remained silent.

      ‘They say you threw him to the ground and stamped on his legs, so hard that they cracked under the weight. Did you do that, Carter? Did you?’

      Sweating profusely, the prisoner looked up and in hesitant voice denied it yet again. ‘No, sir. I swear it.’

      ‘I see.’ Anger and disappointment coloured the man’s voice. ‘This is not the first time you’ve been brought before me, Carter,’ he snapped. ‘Time and again you’ve caused trouble amongst the prisoners. You’re a nasty, evil sort who belongs more in a cage than a prison.’

      He took a step away, as though he suddenly could not bear to be near such low-life. ‘I know you did this, Carter, I’d gamble my life on it. But you’re such a devious devil, I can’t prove it. Y’see, they’re all too cowardly to come forward, but you already knew that, didn’t you?’

      He leaned forward, his face almost touching that of the prisoner. ‘You may be off the hook on this one, but there will come a time when I get you bang to rights. So watch out, Carter, because from now on, you won’t be able to scratch your backside without me knowing.’

      Turning to the officer, he ordered briskly, ‘All privileges stopped for the foreseeable future. Now get him out of my sight!’

      With that the prisoner was dismissed, and when he was gone, the Governor sat at his desk, muttering under his breath, ‘Nasty piece of work! No background, no past. It’s as though he was never born.’

      Taking off his glasses, he placed them on the desk and with both hands he wiped the sweat from his face. ‘I wish I knew what made the bastard tick. If I knew that, I’d be able to finish him once and for all.’

      Replacing his spectacles, he resumed his paperwork. But the leering face as it went out of the door burned in his mind, until a few minutes later, he had to stop work, go to the cabinet and taking out a bottle, pour himself a much-needed drink. There were times when he wondered if he really needed this job after all.

      That evening, when the lights were out and only the narrowest shaft of silver moonlight filtered through the window-bars, Edward Trent – for Carter was only an assumed name – lay in his bunk, his eyes closed and his mind full of thoughts about the woman he could not get out of his mind, and the child called Jamie, his one and only son, who was lying in a cold churchyard because of him.

      ‘I don’t suppose you’ve got a ciggie hid away somewhere, ’ave ye?’ The voice with the Scots accent belonged to the man in the lower bunk; young and bold, he feared no one, except maybe the man above him, who was renowned for his quick temper and cruel punishment of anyone who set against him.

      The answer was instant and sharp. ‘If I had, what makes you think I’d give it to you?’

      ‘Well, for one thing, I thought you might appreciate the way I kept my mouth shut when questioned by the Governor this morning.’

      ‘You had a choice. I didn’t ask you to keep quiet about that weasel in the shower.’

      There was a low peal of laughter. ‘What d’you take me for? What would have happened if I’d told them how I saw you go in, I heard him squeal, and then I heard the crunch of his bones? I also saw you come out and slink away. I knew what you’d done, all right. I could have shopped you if I’d wanted.’

      ‘Why don’t you then?’ Hanging his upper end over the bedrail, Trent hissed at the young man, ‘Go on! Call for the screw and tell him what you know, you Scottish nonce.’

      ‘Oh yeah? And have both my legs broken tomorrow? No thanks. I’ll settle for a ciggie.’

      There was a pause while Trent stared down on the bold young man. Then he swung away, delved into the curve of the wall and a moment later threw down a hand-rolled cigarette. ‘Two draws and no more,’ he warned. ‘If they get a whiff of smoke they’ll be in here to search the place from top to bottom.’ He gave a devious grin. ‘It wouldn’t do for them buggers to poke about where they’re not wanted.’

      The young man sat up. ‘I need a light.’

      Another moment and the match was thrown into his lap. ‘Two draws and no more,’ he was reminded.

      Having struck the match on his shoe, the young man lit the cigarette. He took a deep, satisfying draw. Then: ‘D’you mind if I ask you something?’

      ‘I don’t know till you ask me.’

      ‘Have you ever killed anybody?’ Taking a long smooth drag of the cigarette, the young fella looked up, startled when he was suddenly grasped round the neck and hoisted into the air. ‘Woah, woah! I didnae mean nuthin’.’

      He was hoisted almost to the top bunk, shaken hard, then dropped to the ground where he lay for a moment, choking on the smoke he already had in his throat. ‘You’re a damned lunatic!’ he gasped. ‘Isn’t a man allowed to ask a question without the wind being knocked out of him?’

      Above him the big man leered over the edge of his bunk. ‘Twice,’ he said softly. ‘I killed twice; one was a thieving bastard who thought he could get one over on me …’

      ‘Hmh!’ Clambering up, the young man brushed the dust from his prison nightwear. ‘He won’t be thieving from you again then, will he, eh?’

      ‘Too right he won’t.’ Lying back in his bunk, the big man was in a confiding mood, especially as he knew his cellmate was not the gabbing kind. ‘I’ve got this temper, y’see? When folks rile me up the wrong way, I lash out. I can’t help it.’

      ‘Is that right?’ No sooner had the young man taken another deep drag of the cigarette, than it was torn from his mouth. ‘Jesus! You’ve ripped the skin offa my lips!’

      ‘I said two draws. It’s mine now.’

      ‘Who was the other one?’

      ‘What other one?’

      ‘You said you’d killed twice.’

      The answer was slow in coming. ‘A child … I killed a child, but it was an accident.’ Suddenly he was back there, the dark rage alive in him as it was then. ‘The bastards should never have chased me! If they’d stayed back like I asked, it never would have happened. I knew she wouldn’t come with me, so I took the kid, but she ran after me … the other man was coming upriver and I felt trapped. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was as much their fault as mine. They should never have come after me!’ The last words were a howl.

      ‘Whose kid was it?’ The young man knew his cellmate was a bad lot, but a child! That was a terrible bad thing.

      ‘It was mine.’

      ‘Christ Almighty! You killed your own child?’

      He might have said more but when two iron-like fists tightened round his head, he thought he too was about to die. ‘All right! All right! It was an accident – I understand. Let go, you crazy bugger, let go of me!’ In the second before the other man let go, the young Scotsman was sure his head would burst.

      Trent went on, his voice thick with emotion: ‘His mammy was the best woman I ever had. I didn’t realise how much I loved her until I’d let her go, then she went off with some other man, and I couldn’t get her back. She turned me away, told me she wanted nothing to do with me ever again.’ Anger quivered in his voice. ‘Have you any idea how that makes a man feel?’

      For a time he was silent, reliving that night. ‘I was crazy … out of my head. I grabbed the boy and carried him off, hoping she’d change her mind and come with me, but instead she went wild! She came after me and I panicked. She tried to snatch the boy and somehow it all went

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