“When d’you think they’ll let you out, then?” asked Pepper.

“Not for years an’ years. Years an’ years an’ years. I’ll be an old man by the time they let me out,” said Adam.

“How about tomorrow?” asked Wensleydale.

Adam brightened. “Oh, tomorrow’ll be all right,” he pronounced. “They’ll have forgotten about it by then. You’ll see. They always do.”