“Hush!” she said in a whisper. “Remember you are watched. Lie down again—listen; but say nothing. Ha! they are coming back!”
At these words the speaker withdrew, just in time, as two of the guards next moment re-entered the room.
They did not stay long. The heavy snoring which Cris improvised for them disarmed them of suspicion.
The moment they were again gone, he turned his eyes towards the opening, and listened.
“Do you know me?—answer by a sign.”
Cris nodded in the affirmative.
“You believe I am desirous to serve you?”
To this question he almost nodded his head off.
“Listen, then; and be careful to obey my instructions. This opening leads into the next house. The exit from it is through another—unfortunately it is a public room; therefore you cannot escape that way without as much risk as you would by going directly out by the door. Don’t go that way, but by the window. You see that window?”
Cris looked up. He had seen the window, certainly, and had already looked at it in every possible light, while considering a means of escape, but had come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t suit.