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Do n't her clothes fit , though ? '' `` It 's her figger fits , '' laughed the fat porter , with an unctuous chuckle . `` Coffee sacks ` uld look well on her . '' Mr. Barrington soon put them on the right path for their legal quest , and before noon they were following a turnkey along a dim stone corridor , which led to the hospital cell where Lozcoski was confined . A third party trailed respectfully in their rear . He was an interpreter whom Joyce had insisted upon securing , at a rather startling sum -- for he was reported versed in every patois of Poland -- that they might have an opportunity to converse freely with his countryman , before the latter was called upon to testify in the matter . As the cell door opened before them a wild figure started up from the bunk , and stared through the gloom with great eyes .