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Chapter 22
Itreachedme,atlast,thatCecilWinwood,thepoet-forger,thesnitcher,thecoward,andthestool,wasreturnedforafreshforgery.ItwillberememberedthatitwasthisCecilWinwoodwhoconcoctedthefairystorythatIhadchangedtheplantofthenon-existentdynamiteandwhowasresponsibleforthefiveyearsIhadthenspentinsolitary.
IdecidedtokillCecilWinwood.Yousee,Morrellwasgone,andOppenheimer,untiltheoutbreakthatfinishedhim,hadremainedinthesilence.Solitaryhadgrownmonotonousforme.Ihadtodosomething.SoIrememberedbacktothetimewhenIwasAdamStrangandpatientlynursedrevengeforfortyyears.WhathehaddoneIcoulddoifonceIlockedmyhandsonCecilWinwood’sthroat.
ItcannotbeexpectedofmetodivulgehowIcameintopossessionofthefourneedles.Theyweresmallcambricneedles.Emaciatedasmybodywas,Ihadtosawfourbars,eachintwoplaces,inordertomakeanaperturethroughwhichIcouldsquirm.Ididit.Iuseduponeneedletoeachbar.Thismeanttwocutstoabar,andittookamonthtoacut.ThusIshouldhavebeeneightmonthsincuttingmywayout.Unfortunately,Ibrokemylastneedleonthelastbar,andIhadtowaitthreemonthsbeforeIcouldgetanotherneedle.ButIgotit,andIgotout.
IregretgreatlythatIdidnotgetCecilWinwood.Ihadcalculatedwelloneverythingsaveonething.
