radeship. Kings
have knighted me, emperors have ennobled me, and, as king myself, I have
known stately moments. Yet of it all nothing do I adjudge so splendid as
this accolade delivered by two lifers in solitary deemed by the world as
the very bottom-most of the human cesspool.

Afterwards, recuperating from this particular bout with the jacket, I
brought up my visit to Jake's cell as a proof that my spirit did leave my
body. But Jake was unshakable.

"It is guessing that is more than guessing," was his reply, when I had
described to him his successive particular actions at the time my spirit
had been in his cell. "It is figuring. You have been close to three
years in solitary yourself, Professor, and you can come pretty near to
figuring what any guy will do to be killing time. There ain't a thing
you told me that you and Ed ain't done thousands of times, from lying
with your clothes off in hot weather to watching flies, tending sores,
and rapping."

Morrell sided with me, but it was no use.

"Now don't take it hard, Professor," Jake tapped. "I ain't saying you
lied. I just say you get to dreaming and figuring in the jacket without
knowing you're doing it. I know you believe what you say, and that you
think it happened; but it don't buy nothing with me. You figure it, but
you don't know you figure it--that is something you know all the time,
though you don't know you know it until you get into them dreamy, woozy
states."

"Hold on, Jake," I tapped. "You know I have never seen you with my own
eyes. Is that right?"

"I got to take your word for it, Professor. You might have seen me and
not known it was me."

"The point is," I continued, "not having seen you with your clothes off,
nevertheless I am able to tell you about that scar above your right
elbow, and that scar on your right ankle."

"Oh, shucks," was his reply. "You'll find all that in my prison
description and along with my mug in the rogues' gallery. They is
thousands of chiefs of police and detectives know all that stuff."

"I never heard of it," I assured him.

"You don't remember that you ever heard of it," he corrected. "But you
must have just the same. Though you have forgotten about it, the
information is in your brain all right, stored away for reference, only
you've forgot where it is stored. You've got to get woozy in order to
remember."

"Did you ever forget a man's name you used to know as well as your own
brother's? I