CHAPTER XVIII

FOR BETTER OR WORSE Though he himself had appointed eight o’clock as the hour for breakfast, Armitage was astir early. The majority of his cellmates were still sleeping when he left his narrow quarters, enviably oblivious to their inability to accompany him, but from the cell at the end of the corridor, the condemned murderer viewed his exit with greedy eyes. Armitage wondered if he had watched all night, clutching at each elusive moment of his vanishing life as if to hold it back. The hospitable Mr. Pitt declined …