“Is the door locked?”
“It is locked.”
“Where is the key?”
She was silent for some time.
“Where is the key?” he repeated.
“In the lock,” she said.
“How many soldiers are there in the guardroom by the gate?”
“There are no soldiers there. There are an officer and four men outside, but none inside.”
“That will do,” and he passed his hand lightly across her forehead.
“Is it all true?” Bathurst asked, as the juggler turned to him.