By Walter Besant.

“On a certain afternoon in about four or five of the clock, I was standing at the open window of my room in that Palace to which Fortune leads her choicest favourites the College, or Prison, as some call it, of the King's Bench. I was at the time a prisoner for debt, with very little chance of ever getting out….”

New York: Dodd, Mead, 1899,. 444p.