“Let me hear it, Mahon?”
“Kate must obtain an interview with the English girl; or, enough if she can slip a note into her hand. That would go some way towards getting her out—by giving her intimation that friends are near.”
“I see what you mean,” rejoins the Captain, pulling away at his cigar, the other left to finish giving details of the plan he has been mentally projecting.
“We’ll have to do a little bit of burglary, combined with abduction. Serve them out in their own coin; as it were hoisting the priest on his own petard!”
“It will be difficult, I fear.”
“Of course it will; and dangerous. Likely more the last than the first. But it’ll have to be done; else we may drop the thing entirely.”
“Never, Mahon! No matter what the danger, I for one am willing to risk it. And we can reckon on Jack Wingate. He’ll be only too ready to rush into it.”
“Ah! there might be more danger through his rashness. But it must be held in check. After all, I don’t apprehend so much difficulty if things be dexterously managed. Fortunately there’s a circumstance in our favour.”
“What is it?”
“A window.”