As night fell, the former master and servant met each other through iron bars in a prison of Brookesville.

Archibald took a cigarette. With trembling hands, he lit it and took a deep drag. Exhaling, he said to Saul,

"I used to look down on this brand of cigarettes, always thought those who smoked them were uncouth and inelegant. Never did I imagine that one day I would rely on you to get one of them. Truly, times have changed."

A light green smoke filled the air as he coughed.

Out of habit,