All was silent.
“Tom Cooper,” he said, this time a little louder.
Another voice came from the other cell.
“Yes, what is it?”
“Listen, for I cannot speak too loudly. I want to take you out of this place to-night. Do you want to go?”
There was an evident stir in the opposite cell.
“How can you take me out?” said the voice.
“Here, I will throw you a file, and you cut through your cell door, and I will do the same, and I have friends who are going to help me. Now, don’t wait too long.”
If any one had been listening they would have heard the distinct buzzing of two tiny files making their way through the steel bars in the cells of two convicts.
When the task was over Tom Cooper stood a free man in the corridor.