The Ends of Justice

He would awaken from the dream fearing he may go mad. It was horribly realistic; as realistic as the prison bars, the tramp of heavy feet in the clanging corridors, the rattle of keys in distant locks. Was he a criminal? Perhaps. George Cathcart stood face to face with the certainty of a long term of penal servitude. He claimed to be a victim of circumstances. He was charged with conspiring with S...