Robert Findlay kindly granted our representative an interview in his cell at the U. S. Consulate on Monday.
He was sitting in a comfortable chair near the door reading the " North-China Daily News" and smoking a cigarette.
"What," our representative asked, yon think of Odlum's escape."
"He. didn't know when he was in a good place," replied Findlay "Why, he was (reared like one of the family."
And truly the American gaol seems to be a comfortable place. The cells, if one can call them such, are as big as many Shanghai bedrooms. They are lighted by electricity, which is never turned off from outside so that the occupants can read up to any hour.
"Do you have many people to see you?"
"Why, yes," Findlay said, "they all come to' see us." We have newspapers and books, and as I had alittle money I got cigarettes and no one objects to my smoking. There is only one objection to my quarters and that is the number of don't wore mo much." AB for food, this rats but if I keep my light going they
isn't an English prison, we have the same as the Consul, we have fine coffee in the morning and as much iced water as we want in the day. " Why," he added contemplatively, "you would get two months for asking for iced water in an English gaol."
"You appear to have every comfort except an electric fan or a punkah."
"Yes," he admitted, " that's about all. Odium asked me to come with him but I weren't gain' to. I am only in for 60 Thava nowhere to go to, and I am quite happy here."
And indeed he looked happy enough, puting away at his cigarette, and surrounded by every comfort.
Our representative then bade this gentleman good day and proceeded to inspect Odlum's quarters. They consisted of a large roomy cell, with a barred window overlooking a small terrace on one side and a barred door, facing a
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