“A friend.”
“Can you get me out of here?”
“We’re going to try. You are handcuffed?”
“Yes, and my captor keeps the key in his pocket. The room outside is always guarded. Did you bring an implement to saw through the bars?”
“No, we have another scheme in mind. But you must do exactly as we tell you.”
“Yes, yes!” the bridegroom whispered eagerly, his pale cheeks flooding with color.
“Listen closely,” Penny instructed. “When your captor comes back tell him you have decided to talk.”
“I know nothing about the cache of gold,” the man protested.
“Tell your captor that the hiding place is on the Kippenberg estate.”
“That would only involve Sylvia and Mrs. Kippenberg. I’ll do nothing to get them into trouble.”