ished his tea when he was sent in,' Haigha whispered to Alice: 'and they only give them oyster-shells in there – so you see he's very hungry and thirsty. How are you, dear child?' he went on, putting his arm affectionately round Hatta's neck.
Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread-and-butter.
'Were you happy in prison, dear child?' said Haigha.
Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two trickled down his cheek: but not a word would he say.
'Speak, can't you!' Haigha cried impatiently.
