Chapter Thirty Two.
The Way in and the Way out.
The sentries challenged Roy as he went along the corridors, and it made his heart ache for this to take place in his own old home; but as he was passed on directly, he drew himself up, went to the door, knocked, and the general’s deep hard voice cried, “Come in.”
General Hepburn was seated at a table writing, but he threw down his pen as he saw who it was, and smiled.
“What can I do for you, my restless prisoner?” he said.
“I want you to give me a pass for the sentries, so that I can go and examine the passage through which you brought your men that night, sir.”
“Why? What for?”
“Out of curiosity. Isn’t it natural, sir, that after being here all my life, and then tricked like that, I should want to know how it was done?”