You know what will happen to Reuben at Holloway.

He will be ordered about by warders, will have a number label fastened on to his coat, he will be locked in a cell with a spy-hole in the door, through which any passing stranger may watch him; his food will be handed to him in a tin pan with a tin knife and spoon; and he will be periodically called out of his cell and driven round the exercise yard with a mob composed, for the most part, of the sweepings of the London slums.

If he is acquitted, he will be turned loose without a suggestion of compensation or apology for these indignities or the losses he may have sustained through his detention." "Still I suppose these evils are unavoidable," I said.
"That may or may not be," he retorted.

"My point is that the presumption of innocence is a pure fiction; that the treatment of an accused man, from the moment of his arrest, is that of a criminal.

However," he concluded, hailing a passing hansom, "this discussion must be adjourned or I shall be late at the hospital.