“Yes, he is alone, in a large and very comfortable room.”
“Where is it?”
“On the second story of the corner tower.”
But Martial, who was not so well acquainted with the citadel as his father, was obliged to reflect a moment.
“The corner tower!” said he; “is not that the tall tower which one sees from a distance, and which is built on a spot where the rock is almost perpendicular?”
“Precisely.”
By the promptness M. de Sairmeuse displayed in replying, it was easy to see that he was ready to risk a good deal to effect the prisoner’s deliverance.
“What kind of a window is that in the baron’s room?” inquired Martial.
“It is quite large and furnished with a double row of iron bars, securely fastened into the stone walls.”
“It is easy enough to cut these bars. On which side does this window look?”