“Then it must be a window.”
“All the back ones are barred.”
“Securely?”
“Yes.”
“Then we've no choice in the matter.”
And I led the way back to the hall, where the poor black devil lay blubbering in his blood. In the kitchen I found the bottle of wine (Rattray's best port, that they were trying to make her take for her health) with which Eva had bribed him, and I gave it to him before laying hands on a couple of chairs.
“What are you going to do?”'
“Go out the way we came.”
“But the wall?”
“Pile up these chairs, and as many more as we may need, if we can't open the gate.”