The Problem of Cell 13 by Jacques Futrelle. Part 3
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CHAPTER TWO
Chisholm Prison
Chisholm prison was a large building. It was four floors high and stood in the centre of a large open space. The wall around it was six metres high and impossible to climb. Even if a man managed to escape from his cell, he could not pass over the wall.
The yard around the building was eight metres wide on all sides. This was the distance from the prison building to the wall. During the day, prisoners used the yard to do exercises. But it was not for those prisoners in Cell 13.
There were always four armed guards in the yard, one for each side of the building.
At night strong lights illuminated the yard and the wall. The wires that carried electricity to these lights ran up the walls of the building.
The Thinking Machine saw and understood all these things. He had to stand on his bed to see out of the small barred window. It was the morning after his incarceration. He soon realised that somewhere on the other side of the wall there was a river because he could hear the sound of a boat and saw a river bird in the sky. From the same direction he heard the sound of children playing baseball, so he knew that there was a children’s playground between the prison wall and the river.
No man had ever escaped from Chisholm Prison and it was easy to see why. The walls of the cell were perfectly solid and the bars on the window were new. And in any case the window itself was too small to escape through.
But this didn’t discourage The Thinking Machine. He looked up at the light and saw how the wire went from it to the wall of the prison building. He realised that the wire passed near the window of his cell. That could be useful.
Cell 13 was on the same floor as the prison offices. The Thinking Machine couldn’t see the ground through the window of his cell. However, there were only four steps up to the office floor. Therefore the cell must be near the ground. Good.
The Thinking Machine remembered how he had come to the cell. First there was the outside guard’s room which formed part of the wall, next to the prison gates. There was always one guard at these gates who let people come into the prison and then let them out again when the warden told him to. The warden’s office was in the prison building. From the yard you had to pass through a solid steel door to get to it. The door had only one small hole in it to see who was there. Then between the office and Cell 13 there was a heavy wooden door and two steel doors in the corridors of the prison. Then, of course, there was the door of Cell 13.
“There are seven doors between Cell 13 and freedom,” thought The Thinking Machine. “It will not be easy. But there are advantages. I am alone here. Nobody looks at what I am doing.
There is one guard who brings my food three times a day, at six o’clock in the morning, at noon, then again at six in the afternoon.
And then there is the inspection at nine o’clock. But that is all.”
There was nothing, absolutely nothing in his cell except a bed that was strongly made and impossible to dismantle. There was no chair, no table, no cup or fork or spoon. Nothing. The guard watched him while he ate and took away his plate and spoon as soon as he had finished.
The Thinking Machine considered all these facts very carefully. Then he began an examination of his cell. He examined the stones in the walls and roof and the cement between them. He walked over the floor many times but it was solid cement. After the examination he sat on his bed and thought for a long time. Because Professor Augustus S.F.X. Van Dusen had something to think about.
Suddenly, he was disturbed by a rat which ran across his foot and disappeared into a dark corner of the cell. The Thinking Machine looked hard into the corner. After some time he saw several pairs of yellow eyes looking back at him.
Then for the first time The Thinking Machine noticed the bottom of his cell door. There was a space of about five centimeters between the steel bar and the floor. The Thinking Machine walked into the corner where the rats were, but he continued to look at the door. The rats were afraid and tried to escape. There was the sound of running feet and several squeaks and then silence.
None of the rats had gone out the door, yet the cell was now empty. Therefore there must be another way out of the cell, even if it was very small. He got down on his hands and knees and began to look for the opening. Finally he found it. It was a small circular hole in the floor about four centimeters in diameter. “So this is how the rats escaped. Interesting.” He put his hand in the hole. It seemed to be an old drainpipe.