"Not true?" said Lord Wencheslaus—for so we must now call him.
"Not strictly accurate," Tomb replied. "I immured them in these cellars, with ten years' provisions."
With a noble gesture, he flung the key of the cellars upon the table.
"Release them, my Lord," he said.
We draw a veil over the rapturous meeting.
When the boat was loaded with the noble family, Lord Wencheslaus (erstwhile Dingy David) and Ermyntrude Tomb stood hand in hand in front of Captain Thomas Tomb.