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 for our floor. Only he is not such a bully. He himself is fond of life and he is willing to let others live also. He drinks good wines, smokes good cigars, obtains everything for which he has a fancy, the caterer is altogether considerate, both as a man and as a trader, and besides that, do you know that we have here quite a quantity of real millionaires? In our number 60 for example we have two—the little stout man with the large head, he is standing there by the window, Mr. Fels, and next to him the tall one, Mr. Goldenstein—Jews from Galicia, proprietors of petroleum wells; in the adjoining rooms there are also a number of them; we call them "censorists"; you see, rich men of that kind have become accustomed to regarding money as a key which opens everything in the world, and unfortunately for the world, they have never been disappointed in this belief. Well, you will see that they will try it in jail as well, and they will discover that even in jail this key will open everything. When they want newspapers, Mr. Fiedler will supply newspapers; pencils and paper are, of course, prohibited, but Mr. Fiedler will supply them. Mr. Fiedler will provide everything. And while he does it he will smile, make jokes, run to and fro, in the morning he will give his moustache a smart twist,—"

"And he is a convict?"

"That is the only thing we know for certain about him."

Keys grated in the lock, the prisoners crowded to the door, the door opened, two orderlies threw on the floor a dirty kneading-board with twenty dishes of soup and twenty dishes with the second course,—lunch.The prisoners made a rush for the kneading-board, seized on the cleanest dishes and carried them off as plunder to the tables, the straw mattresses, the boxes placed along the walls.

Papa Declich was one of the first—he must certainly be a man with a long record and many experiences here—the dishes stood