And so now he began with:  “I see you have your lawyer and your partner here every day.  There ain’t anybody else you’d like to have visit you, is there?  Of course, it’s against the rules to have your wife or sister or anybody like that, except on visiting days—­” And here he paused and rolled a large and informing eye on Cowperwood—­such an eye as was supposed to convey dark and mysterious things.  “But all the rules ain’t kept around here by a long shot.”

Cowperwood was not the man to lose a chance of this kind.  He smiled a little—­enough to relieve himself, and to convey to Bonhag that he was gratified by the information, but vocally he observed:  “I’ll tell you how it is, Mr. Bonhag.  I believe you understand my position better than most men would, and that I can talk to you.  There are people who would like to come here, but I have been afraid to let them come.  I did not know that it could be arranged.  If it could be, I would be very grateful.  You and I are practical men—­I know that if any favors are extended some of those who help to bring them about must be looked after.  If you can do anything to make it a little more comfortable for me here I will show you that I appreciate it.  I haven’t any money on my person, but I can always get it, and I will see that you are properly looked after.”

Bonhag’s short, thick ears tingled.  This was the kind of talk he liked to hear.  “I can fix anything like that, Mr. Cowperwood,” he replied, servilely.  “You leave it to me.  If there’s any one you want to see at any time, just let me know.  Of course I have to be very careful, and so do you, but that’s all right, too.  If you want to stay out in that yard a little longer in the mornings or get out there afternoons or evenings, from now on, why, go ahead.  It’s all right.  I’ll just leave the door open.  If the warden or anybody else should be around, I’ll just scratch on your door with my key, and you come in and shut it.  If there’s anything you want from the outside I can get it for you—­jelly or eggs or butter or any little thing like that.  You might like to fix up your meals a little that way.”

“I’m certainly most grateful, Mr. Bonhag,” returned Cowperwood in his grandest manner, and with a desire to smile, but he kept a straight face.

“In regard to that other matter,” went on Bonhag, referring to the matter of extra visitors, “I can fix that any time you want to.  I know the men out at the gate.  If you want anybody to come here, just write ’em a note and give it to me, and tell ’em to ask for me when they come.  That’ll get ’em in all right.  When they get here you can talk to ’em in your cell.  See!  Only when I tap they have to come out.  You want to remember that.  So just you let me know.”

Cowperwood was exceedingly grateful.  He said so in direct, choice language.  It occurred to him at once that this was Aileen’s opportunity, and that he could now notify her to come.  If she veiled herself sufficiently she would probably be safe enough.  He decided to write her, and when Wingate came he gave him a letter to mail.