isoners it's different,--my attitude
to them is scientific, if I may say so. I look upon them as a race
apart, almost of another world, and as such I find them extremely
interesting. The possibility of mixing with them on any terms of
intimacy doesn't occur. I am aware, my dear," he wound up graciously,
"that you women seldom understand this mental detachment, being by
nature unscientific, and all the more charming for your prejudices."

At the next meeting of Justices Smithers the photographer presented
himself, and produced his prints with a curious air of diffidence.

"I have," he explained, "brought three for your Worships' selection, and
can honestly assure your Worships that my pains have been endless.
What puzzles me, however, is that although in all three the same
portraits have been imposed, and in the same order, the results are
surprisingly different. The cause of these differences I cannot detect,
though I have gone over the process several times and step by step; but
out of some two dozen experiments I may say that all the results answer
pretty closely to one or another of these three types." Mr. Smithers,
who had spent much time in rehearsing this little speech, handed up
photograph No. 1; and Sir Felix adjusted his spectacles.

"Villainous!" he exclaimed, recoiling.

The Canon and the Admiral bent over it together.

"Most repulsive!" said the Admiral.

"Here indeed,"--the Canon was more impressive,--"here indeed is an
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