"I don't know anything about the damned dynamite." "That's right," Oppenheimer praised.

"He's the stuff, ain't he, Ed ?" Which goes to show what chance I had of convincing Warden Atherton of my ignorance of the dynamite.

His very persistence in the quest convinced a man like Jake Oppenheimer, who could only admire me for the fortitude with which I kept a close mouth.
During this first period of the jacket-inquisition I managed to sleep a great deal.

My dreams were remarkable.

Of course they were vivid and real, as most dreams are.