“Ventre de biche! so then they took another way?”
“Yes, dear M. Chicot, they are getting out through the cellar.”
“How does that run?”
“From the crypt to the Porte St. Jacques.”
“You lie; I should have seen them repass before this cell.”
“No, dear M. Chicot; they thought they had not time for that, so they are creeping out through the air-hole.”
“What hole?”
“One which looks into the garden, and serves to light the cellar.”
“So that you——”
“I was too big, and could not pass, and they drew me back by my legs, because I intercepted the way for the others.”