“Then how did you escape?” cried the Rajah.

“I’m devoting my attention, sir, to finding the other way out,” said Dick firmly now.

“What other way out?” cried the Rajah. “There is no other way.”

“There is, sir,” said Dick quietly; “and but for the fact of my divining the way in which entrance was secured, I should have been there now, or till some one had come.”

“Another way out?” cried the Rajah.

“Yes, sir; fastened in a similar fashion, as I found at last, by the drawing back of a square pillar, leaving just room for a man to squeeze through.”

“But where was this?” asked the Rajah excitedly.

“At the extreme end of a long stone passage, hundreds and hundreds of yards from the temple walls—a strange place rising upward above my head—a place where I tried for hours till my fingers and nails were worn like this and bleeding,” said the lad, holding out his hands. “But when at last I discovered the right place to touch, it yielded with the greatest ease.”

“You astound me,” cried the Rajah, by whom the charge was for the moment forgotten in this strange development. “And where did this other doorway bring you out?”

“In one of the rooms of the old palace, sir,” cried Dick firmly. “The doorway was the one through which your highness’s enemies and ours came to fire our magazine and assassinate all who came in their way.”