The old man soon reappeared from the basement with some cold meat and bread and butter.
“You may go up first,” he said; “you are younger than I am.”
They reached the landing.
“What's all this?” demanded Peg, her quick eyes detecting the aperture in the door.
“What's what?” asked Foley.
“Is this the care you take of your prisoners?” demanded Peg, sharply. “It looks as if he had escaped.”
“Escaped! Impossible!”
“I hope so. Open the door quick.”
The door was opened, and the two hastily entered.
“The bird is flown,” said Peg.