[Arthur Figgis]

The chinless
man jumped in his tracks. The skull-faced man had quickly thrust his hands
behind his back, as though demonstrating to all the world that he refused
the gift.
'Bumstead!' roared the voice. '2713 Bumstead J! Let fall that piece of
bread!'
The chinless man dropped the piece of bread on the floor.
'Remain standing where you are,' said the voice. 'Face the door. Make
no movement.'
The chinless man obeyed. His large pouchy cheeks were quivering
uncontrollably. The door clanged open. As the young officer entered and
stepped aside, there emerged from behind him a short stumpy guard with
enormous arms and shoulders. He took his stand opposite the chinless man,
and then, at a signal from the officer, let free a frightful blow, with all
the weight of his body behind it, full in the chinless man's mouth. The
force of it seemed almost to knock him clear of the floor. His body was
flung across the cell and fetched up against the base of the lavatory seat.
For a moment he lay as though stunned, with dark blood oozing from his
mouth and nose. A very faint whimpering or squeaking, which seem