Chapter Twenty-Three – Prison Life
A warder stood next to the open door of Albert’s cell.
“Come with me,” he said. “You’re being transferred.”
Albert followed the warder through a barred door, into a narrow corridor and through another barred door into another hall.
The warder led Albert to his new cell. Albert looked around with a sense of intense relief. The cell was as large again as the one he had left. The floor was of wood instead of slate. It contained a camp bedstead on which lay a mattress which Albert later discovered was a sack the length of the bed, stuffed with coconut fibre. There were also two coarse sheets, two blankets, and a red counterpane. In a corner were three iron shelves set in the wall, one above the other. The second shelf contained a tin cup, a tin plate, a w
