Opening the boxful of stuff, he spread out upon a tablecloth of newspapers a prettily decorated ham, a couple of cold roast chickens, a fine apple pie, a quantity of mince pies, and a varied assortment of choice fruits and cake.
All these arranged to his satisfaction, he looked at his watch, and then sat down and waited.
It was just half-past eight, and in another half-hour servants and masters would all have retired for the night.
After what appeared to the watcher to be an age the great school clock tolled solemnly out the hour of nine.
Then Mont drew out a thick rope from beneath the bed and left the room.
Soon he was at the window.
Throwing up the lower sash, our hero fastened one end of the rope securely and threw the other out.
"Just the right length," he said, and then he swung himself over the window sill. "I'll soon have the rest of the stuff up."
The door of one of the spare bedrooms was opened, and Ummer stepped into the corridor.
As the light of the moon fell upon his face it looked strangely white and ghastly.