"Some one to see you, Darcy!" called the keeper.

There was the clang of the lock mechanism, and the door swung open.
Darcy's eyes brightened, those of the others in the same tier of cells
with him which, for the moment had lighted up, grew dull again.

"My lawyer?" asked Darcy.

"Yes. And there's a lady with him."

"A lady?"

"Yes. Come on!"

Darcy caught sight of Amy before she saw him, for he approached from
behind a line of other prisoners exercising in the space before their
cells. She was with Kenneth.

"Amy!" exclaimed Darcy, as he was allowed to step out into the
anteroom, closely followed by a keeper, while a detective from the
prosecutor's office stood near. "Amy!" and his eyes flowed.

"Jimmie boy!"

To the eternal credit of the keeper and the detective be it said that,
at this moment, they found something of great interest in the calendar
that hung on the opposite wall, while Kenneth talked earnestly with the
warden. And the prisoners beyond the barred door were too busy with
their exercise to look around.