"It's me, Wren."
"What are you doing here?"
"Hush, I've come to get you free. You'll take me with you, won't you?"
"Of course; what a question to ask! But how can you free us?"
"I've got a knife here. I'll cut those ropes in a minute."
"But the guard outside?"
"I've fixed him. Was it very wrong of me? While Mother Beppo wasn't looking I put some of the stuff in that coffee I brought him."
"Well, upon my word, Wren! What sort of stuff?" gasped Jimsy.