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 A Negro boy brought his breakfast of corn bread and bacon in a dirty tin plate.

John looked at it a minute with a curious smile:

"No, thank you, my boy, I've just had my breakfast of ambrosia. I'll take a chair, however, if the jailor can spare one!"

"Yassah, I'll tell 'im when I goes down," he replied. "But I spec dey ain't none lef. We got lots er boarders now."

He placed the plate on the floor by the door, and grinned.

"Dey wuz er young lady come ter see ye las' night, sah, but dey wouldn't let 'er in!"

John smiled.

"What time was it?"

"Bout two er clock."

"Yes, I saw her," John slowly said with a strange look in his deep-set eyes. "She came up and stayed with me until sunrise."

The Negro backed cautiously away muttering.

"He got 'em sho!" and darted down the steps.

The fact that he was being kept in solitary confinement and refused communication of any kind with friend or counsel, roused every force of John Graham's character.

When the Attorney General who had come down from Washington called at ten o'clock he greeted him with a laugh through the bars of his door: