“A horse and two men?” repeated the sergeant.
“Yes,” replied Monk. “Have you got any means of getting a horse with a pack-saddle or two panniers?”
“No doubt, at a hundred paces off, in the Scottish camp.”
“Very well.”
“What shall I do with the horse, general.”
“Look here.”
The sergeant descended the three steps which separated him from Monk, and came into the vault.
“You see,” said Monk, “that gentleman yonder?”
“Yes, general.”
“And you see these two casks?”