object-lesson in the effects of crime! Is it possible that to _this_
Man's passions can degrade his divinely inherited features? Were it not
altogether too horrible, I would have this picture framed and glazed and
hung up in every cottage home in the land."

"My dear fellow," interrupted Sir Felix, "we cannot possibly let this
monstrosity go up to Whitehall as representative of the inmates of
Tregarrick Gaol! It would mean an inquiry on the spot. It would even
reflect upon _us_. Ours is a decent county, as counties go, and I
protest it shall not, with my consent, be injured by any such libel."

Mr. Smithers handed up photograph No. 2.

"This looks better," began Sir Felix; and with that he gave a slight
start, and passed the photograph to the Canon. The Canon, too, started,
and stole a quick glance at Sir Felix: their eyes met.

"It certainly is singular"--stammered Sir Felix. "I fancied--without
irreverence--But you detected it too?" he wound up incoherently.

"May I have a look?" The Admiral peered over the Canon's hand, who,
however, did not relinquish the photograph but turned on Smithers
with sudden severity.

"I presume, sir, this is not an audacious joke?"

"I assure your Worship--" protested the photographer. "I had some
thoughts of tearing it up, but thought it wouldn't be honest."

"You did rightly," the Canon answered; "but, now that we have seen it, I