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Soothed by the drone of the Retired Car Conductor's narrative, and wearied out with the continuous performance of the night's adventures, the Harvard Freshman fell asleep on the wooden bench in his cell at the Tanks; and it was not until a heavy hand was laid on his shoulder that he awoke. A bluff policeman was standing over him.
"Your order for release has come, and you can go now! You and your pardner was asleep, and I clean forgot you."