Martha sat quietly on Mr Finleyson's lap, her eyes shut. She was asleep. It had been a long day for her and the rest of the hens. All that dancing really tired her out. Come to think of it, he was also feeling very weary and exhausted. The last few days had taken its toll on him. He wasn't a young man anymore! The long drive from Scotland, the riots, being arrested, hardly any sleep, very little food to eat, nothing to drink had left him shattered. He just wanted to eat and lie down so he could get a good night's sleep. He couldn't care less at this point that his evening meal and night's sleep would be in a cell at a police station in Norwich! He felt bad that Gilbert had been dragged into this mess. Gilbert seemed to be taking it in his stride. That was Gilbert though. In all the years he had known him, nothing seemed to phase him. You couldn't meet a more laid back person. He was happy though that Martha was with him. Everything was good as long as he had her. She was still sitting on his lap sound asleep! His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the cell door. As this was a holding cell for being booked after arrest, the door did not lock. They weren't locked in the cell as the rest of the prisoners were! The door opened and there stood a policeman holding a dinner tray. He was standing next to a tall metal trolley on wheels with six shelves on the inside. "Dinner's here", he said as he walked into the cell and handed Gilbert the tray. Then he walked back to the trolley and took another tray off one of the shelves for Mr Finleyson.