All were silent in the common cell. Stepan was lying in his bed, but was not yet asleep. Vassily approached him, and, pulling him by his leg, asked him in a whisper to get up and to come to him. Stepan stepped out of his bed, and came up to Vassily. “Do me a kindness, brother,” said Vassily. “Help me!” “In what?” “I am going to fly from the prison.” Vassily told Stepan that he had everything ready for his flight. “To-morrow I shall stir them up—” He pointed to the prisoners asleep in their beds. “They will give me away, and I shall be transferred to the cell in the upper floor. I know my way from there. What I want you for is to unscrew the prop in the door of the mortuary.” “I can do that. But where will you go?” “I don’t care where. Are not there plenty of wicked people in every place?” “Quite so, brother. But i...