Into the room came possibly the oddest looking prison officer any of the prisoners had seen. He was a tall, very thin man in his early fifties with thinning brown hair going grey at the sides and watery eyes, dressed in a stiff looking  white shirt and black trousers combo, with a black visor cap and black necktie. "All right you chaps, get fell in, in three tidy rows, if you would." The man had one of those soft, quavering voices that spoke a lot about his character. "All right, I'll read out your names, and then take you to your cells."