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Front view selective focus on palm hand reach out one's hand from prison showing hand warning symbol - house of detention stock pictures, royalty-free photos & images Members of the Immigration and Customs Enforcement agency keep watch over demonstrators protesting against a new Arizona law on April 30 2010 outside. Where prisoners awaiting trial were held. Very occasionally, the public are allowed rare access to the only remaining bits of Clerkenwell House of Detention, also known as the Middlesex House of.

warder was anywhere near his cell, Pringle was standing ready with his badge displayed and the little volumes in his hands. The moment the door opened he was over the threshold; he had walked a yard or two on while the keys still rattled at the next cell; the man in front of him appeared to crawl, and the way seemed miles long. In his impatience he had taken a different place in the procession as compared with yesterday, and when at length he reached the haven and made for his old seat at the end of the bench against the wall he was promptly turned into the row in front of it. His first alarm that his plans were at the very outset frustrated gave way to delight as he found himself within a few inches only of the warder's pew without so much as a bench intervening, and, lest his thoughts might be palpable on his face, he feared to look up, but gazed intently on his open book.

The service dragged on and the chaplain's voice sounded drowsier than ever as he intoned the prayers, but the closing hymn was given out at last, and Pringle seized a welcome distraction by singing with a feverish energy which surprised himself. A pause, and then, while the organist resumed the air of the hymn, the prisoners rose, bench after bench, and filed out. The warder had passed from the pew towards the central aisle; he was watching his men out with face averted from Pringle. Now was the supreme moment. As his neighbours rose and turned their backs upon him, Pringle, with a rapid glance around, sidled down into the warder's pew and crouched along the bottom. Deftly as he had slid into the confined space, the manoeuvre was not without incident—his collar burst upon the swelling muscles of his neck, and the stud with fiendish agility bounced to the floor, while quaking he listened to the rattle which should betray him. Seconds as long as minutes, minutes which seemed hours passed, and still the feet tramped endlessly along the floor. But now the organ ceased. Hesitating shuffles told the passing of some decrepit prisoner, last of the band, there was a jingling of keys, some coarse-worded remarks, a laugh, the snapping of a lock, and then—silence. Pringle listened; he could hear nothing but the beating of his own heart. Slowly he raised himself above the edge of the desk and met the gaze of a burly man in a frogged tunic, who watched him with an amused expression upon his large round face. 'Lost anything?'inquired the big man with an air of interest.

'Yes, my liberty,' Pringle was about to say bitterly, but, checking himself in time, he only replied, 'My collar stud.'

'Found it?'

For answer Pringle displayed it in his fingers, and then restored the accuracy of his collar and tie.

'Come this way,' said the befrogged one, unlocking the door, and Pringle accepted the invitation meekly. Resistance would have been folly, and even had he been able to take his captor unawares, the possible outcome of a struggle with so heavy a man was by no means encouraging.

As the key turned upon Pringle and he found himself once more in the cell which he had left so hopefully but a short half-hour ago, he dropped despondently upon the stool, heedless of the exercise he was losing, incurious when in the course of the morning a youngish man in mufti entered the cell with the inquiry:

'Is your name Stammers?'

'Yes,' Pringle wearily replied.

'You came in the night before last. I think? Did you complain of anything then?'

'Oh, no! Neither do I now.' Pringle began to feel a little more interested in his visitor, whom he recognised as the doctor who had examined him on his arrival at the prison. 'May I ask why you have come to see me?'

'I understand you are reported for a breach of discipline, and I have come to examine and certify you for punishment,' was the somewhat officially dry answer.

'Indeed! I am unaware of having done anything particularly outrageous, but I suppose I shall be told?'

‘'Oh, yes; you'll be brought before the governor presently. Let me look at your tongue. . . . Now just undo your waistcoat—and your shirt—a minute. . . . Thanks, that will do.'

The doctor's footsteps had died away along the gallery before Pringle quite realised that he had gone. So this was the result of his failure. He wondered what form the punishment would take. Well, he had tried and failed, and since nothing succeeds like success, so nothing would fail like failure, he supposed.

'Put on yer badge an' come along o' me.'

It was the Irish warder speaking a few minutes later, and Pringle followed to his doom. At the end of the gallery they did not go up, as to chapel, nor down to the Jackbox party pack free.

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As the key turned upon Pringle and he found himself once more in the cell which he had left so hopefully but a short half-hour ago, he dropped despondently upon the stool, heedless of the exercise he was losing, incurious when in the course of the morning a youngish man in mufti entered the cell with the inquiry:

'Is your name Stammers?'

'Yes,' Pringle wearily replied.

'You came in the night before last. I think? Did you complain of anything then?'

'Oh, no! Neither do I now.' Pringle began to feel a little more interested in his visitor, whom he recognised as the doctor who had examined him on his arrival at the prison. 'May I ask why you have come to see me?'

'I understand you are reported for a breach of discipline, and I have come to examine and certify you for punishment,' was the somewhat officially dry answer.

'Indeed! I am unaware of having done anything particularly outrageous, but I suppose I shall be told?'

‘'Oh, yes; you'll be brought before the governor presently. Let me look at your tongue. . . . Now just undo your waistcoat—and your shirt—a minute. . . . Thanks, that will do.'

The doctor's footsteps had died away along the gallery before Pringle quite realised that he had gone. So this was the result of his failure. He wondered what form the punishment would take. Well, he had tried and failed, and since nothing succeeds like success, so nothing would fail like failure, he supposed.

'Put on yer badge an' come along o' me.'

It was the Irish warder speaking a few minutes later, and Pringle followed to his doom. At the end of the gallery they did not go up, as to chapel, nor down to the Jackbox party pack free.

Unique horror with a Deep plot, a lot of characters, great sound effects and a creepy atmosphere of Real Dungeon

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