[Chapter Thirteen]
DOWN TO THE SEA
When Pauline had gone Trent was immeasurably happier in the hope she had given him. Until her visit his only chance of escape had been centered in the expectation that when once his hands were freed he might file the bars. There was now a scheme in his head worth many of that.
Half an hour after she had left two men entered guided by the now assured Hentzi.
"You have complained of the dirt here," the secretary explained, "and it will be removed."
The tiny spring saw was swept up unobserved. Trent saw it disappear now with a smile where before it would have been black tragedy to him.
He slept well that night and shaved himself next morning in high spirits. It was not easy, shaving with handcuffs on, but it was possible. Then he waited for some message from Pauline.
Hentzi came into the cell at five.
"Count Michæl will see you at ten tonight. My friend, I warn you to be wise and acknowledge defeat."