The string was cut, and the sack pulled down to his shoulders.
“Best tie him up,” said one.
“He can’t get away.”
“Never mind that; let’s make it sure.”
A rope was tied round the middle of the sack, and knotted to a staple in the wall.
“Now all’s snug,” said a man. “We’ve lost enough time over him; let’s get back to the City; we ought to be able to prig a thing or two out of those fine shops in Cheapside.”
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SEVENTH
MARTIN FINDS A WAY
By the light of the lantern carried by the man with the scar Martin had made a hasty survey of his prison. It was a large, empty room, apparently part of a disused warehouse. When the men went away they took the lantern with them, leaving the place in complete darkness.