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 Seth Powell, who'd since died in mysterious circumstances, to cast away the yacht Lone Star on the high seas. Would anyone every believe his story?
