A distant door creaked and then all was silence.
Old King Brady sat up on the edge of his bunk.
“It’s all right, Harry?” he said. “The coast is clear.”
“We are safe?”
“Yes.”
“The fellow was easy to fool. He is off his guard now.”
“Sure!”
Harry now tried the iron bar.
It was an easy matter to spring it from the socket. The aperture thus made was small.
But Harry squeezed far enough through it to reach the bar and lift it. The door swung back.