Did I live a hundred years to come those same scars in the end would go to the grave with me.
Perhaps, dear citizen who permits and pays his hang-dogs to lace the jacket for you--perhaps you are unacquainted with the jacket.

Let me describe, it, so that you will understand the method by which I achieved death in life, became a temporary master of time and space, and vaulted the prison walls to rove among the stars.
Have you ever seen canvas tarpaulins or rubber blankets with brass eyelets set in along the edges?
Then imagine a piece of stout canvas, some four and one-half feet in length, with large and heavy brass eyelets running down both edges.

The width of this canvas is never the full girth of the human body it is to surround.

The width is also irregular--broadest at the shoulders, next broadest at the hips, and narrowest at the waist.
The jacket is spread on the floor.

The man who is to be punished, or who is to be tortured for confession, is told to lie face-downward on the flat canvas.