'And any day after to-morrow the courier may return.'
Silence fell on the little room.
'You did not say how you would do it, Mademoiselle,' presently said Simone.
'From the little window across into the cell, through the bars.'
'But, Mademoiselle, can you do such a thing? It seems incredible, at that distance, through those narrow bars!'
'I know not whether any one can do such a thing or not. But I am going to do it.'
'That is the right spirit,' commented Mistress Keziah, her eyes gleaming again. 'There speaks victory. But taking your skill for granted, my dear, how avoid the risk of shooting the lad himself?'
'I have thought of that. We had a trick, Roger and I,' Marion made a swift gesture with one hand, 'like that, when we were shooting together in the country, a gesture that told the one who was marking where arrows fell to stand to the left or right out of danger as the other changed his aim. I will make the sign when they are out in the yard. There will be one second in the hour when the sentry is not looking, as there was to-day. Also, to make sure, I am going now to note what his cell looks like by candlelight. I feel sure that if Roger has sixpence in his pocket he will have a candle to-night. He will want us to see him. You may be quite sure Roger is thinking hard, as well as ourselves, and doing all he can. He will know I am not here in Exeter just now simply to take the air.'
Mistress Keziah pondered a while.
'Suppose your silk catches in the trees?'