I noticed that the Chief Justice bowed to him
with unction and they had about two minutes' whispered conversation.
His Lordship was nodding repeatedly. This worried me. I felt I was
going to get it good.
But, in substance, his Lordship's verdict was:
"Taking all the circumstances into consideration, the court pronounces
a sentence of eighteen months' imprisonment."
I smiled and said:
"Exit Armgaard Karl Graves."
A murmur of astonishment was audible. Everybody in court was
surprised. I heard gasps all around me, especially among the foreign
newspaper reporters. With everybody expecting seven years of penal
servitude, eighteen months of plain imprisonment was a bombshell.
Why?
I was taken first to Carlton Hill Jail, Edinburgh, and transferred
after two weeks to Barlinney Prison near Glasgow. Considering the
circumstances, I was treated with surprising consideration. The
conditions that had characterized my trial prevailed in the prison. I
soon perceived that the Barlinney prison officials were trying to
sound me in a canny Scotch way--with no result.
"You're foolish to stay in here--You must have something worth
while--Why don't you get out?"
That was the gist of their talks with me from the warders up. I kept
my mouth shut.
Now I shall present information that was denied the House of Commons
upon the occasion of an inquiry into my case.
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