Presently he saw Roger descending. He waved his hand, and caught his
follower's eye; and the latter, on reaching the courtyard, at once
joined him.
"I have a rope, Roger," Oswald began, "that will reach from the turret
to the foot of the craig. I took it off during the night, and have just
hidden it away behind a pile of rubbish, in the stable. Are the girls
locked up?"
"Yes."
"Is there any getting the key?"
"No, William Baird himself keeps it."
"Then we must have something to force the door open, or to saw round
the lock."
"The door is studded with iron."
"Are the windows barred?"
"No; but they are mere loopholes, and there is no getting through
them."
"I suppose there are steps from their room on to the platform above?"
"No doubt. In fact, there are sure to be."
"I suppose that you will have no difficulty in silencing the priest?"
Roger smiled.
"No; I think I can answer for him."
"Could you speak to the girls through the keyhole, Roger?"
"There would be no difficulty about that, master. I have but to choose
a time when the priest is out."
"Then tell them that we are here, Roger, and they are to be ready to
escape, whenever we give the signal.
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