They came to me in my dark cell, and they told me plainly that they would jacket me to death if I did not confess where the dynamite was hidden.

And they assured me that they would do it officially without any hurt to their own official skins.

My death would appear on the prison register as due to natural causes.
Oh, dear, cotton-wool citizen, please believe me when I tell you that men are killed in prisons to-day as they have always been killed since the first prisons were built by men.
I well knew the terror, the agony, and the danger of the jacket.

Oh, the men spirit-broken by the jacket! I have seen them.

And I have seen men crippled for life by the jacket.