They don't
know."

Jane Foley laughed lightly.

"It was all in the day's work," she said. "It was at my last visit to
Holloway."

Audrey, gazing at her entranced, like a child, murmured with awe:

"Have you been to prison, then?"

"Three times," said Jane pleasantly. "And I shall be going again soon. I'm
only out while they're trying to think of some new way of dealing with me,
poor things! I'm generally watched. It must cost them a fearful lot of
money. But what are they to do?"

"But how were you lamed? I can't eat any tea if you don't tell me--really I
can't!"

"Oh, all right!" Jane laughed. "It was after that Liberal mass meeting in
Peel Park, at Bradford. I'd begun to ask questions, as usual, you
know--questions they can't answer--and then some Liberal stewards, with
lovely rosettes in their buttonholes, came round me and started cutting my
coat with their penknives. They cut it all to pieces. You see that was the
best argument they could think of in the excitement of the moment. I
believe they'd have cut up every stitch I had, only perhaps it began to
dawn on them that it might be awkward for them. Then two of them lifted me
up, one by the feet and the other by the shoulders, and carried me off.
They wouldn't let me walk. I told them they'd hurt my leg, but they were
too busy to listen. As soon as they came across a policeman they said they
had done it all to save me from being thrown into the lake by a brutal and
infuriated mob. I just had enough breath left to thank them. Of course, the
police weren't going to stand that, so I was taken that night to London.
Everything was thought of except my tea. But I expect they forgot that on
purpose so that I should be properly hungry when I got to Holloway.
However, I said to myself, 'If I can't eat and drink when _I_ want, I won't
eat and drink when _they_ want!' And I didn't.

"After I'd paid my respects at Bow Street, and was back at Holloway, I just
stamped on everything they offered me, and wrote a petition to the Governor
asking to be treated as a political prisoner. Instead of granting the
petition he kept sending me more and more beautiful food, and I kept
stamping on it. Then three magistrates arrived and sat on my case, and
sentenced me to the punishment cells. They ran off as soon as they'd
sentenced me. I said I wouldn't go to their punishment cells. I told
everybody again how lame I was. So five wardresses carried me there, but
they dropped me twi