Edgar Wallace

The River of Stars Edgar Wallace

AMBER sat in his cell at Wellboro' gaol, softly whistling a little tune and beating time on the floor with his stockinged feet. He had pushed his stool near to the corrugated wall, and tilted it back so that he was poised on two of its three legs. His eyes wandered round the little room critically. Spoon and basin on the shelf; prison regulations varnished a dull yellow, above these; bed neatly folded...he nodded slowly, still whistling. Above the bed and a little to the left was a small window of toughened glass, admitting daylight but affording, by reason of its irregular texture, no view of the world without. On a shelf over the bed was a Bible, a Prayer Book, and a dingy library book. He made a grimace at the book; it was a singularly dull account of a singularly dull lady missionary who had spent twenty years in North Borneo without absorbing more of the atmosphere of that place than that it "was very hot" and further that native servants could be on occasion "very trying."Amber was never fortunate with his library books. Five years ago, when he had first seen the interior of one of His Majesty's gaols, he had planned a course of study embracing Political Economy and the Hellenic Drama, and had applied for the necessary literature for the prosecution of his studies. He had been " served out" with an elementary Greek grammar and Swiss Family Robinson, neither of which was noticeably helpful.