I am head turnkey, and have all the cells under my care.

I am not vicious, but I'm not to be trifled with, as far as discipline goes." "My good Master Gryphus, I know you perfectly well," said the prisoner, approaching within the circle of light cast around by the lantern.
"Halloa! that's you, Mynheer van Baerle," said Gryphus.

"That's you; well, I declare, it's astonishing how people do meet." "Oh, yes; and it's really a great pleasure to me, good Master Gryphus, to see that your arm is doing well, as you are able to hold your lantern with it." Gryphus knitted his brow.

"Now, that's just it," he said, "people always make blunders in politics.

His Highness has granted you your life; I'm sure I should never have done so." "Don't say so," replied Cornelius; "why not ?" "Because you are the very man to conspire again.