"Ah traitor!" he exclaimed; "what are you about to do?"
"I am no traitor," replied the old man. "I heard a noise in the passage
leading to Wyat's cell, and was about to rouse you, when you awakened
of your own accord, probably disturbed by the noise."
"It may be," replied Fenwolf, satisfied with the excuse, and
relinquishing his grasp. "I fancied I heard something in my dreams. But
come with me to Wyat's cell. I will not leave you here."
And snatching up the lamp, he hurried with Tristram into the passage.
They were scarcely gone, when the door of the cell was opened by
Mabel, who. had overheard what had passed; and so hurriedly did she
issue forth that she over-turned the bench, which fell to the ground with
a considerable clatter. She had only just time to replace it, and to
conceal herself in an a!1joining passage, when Fenwolf rushed back
into the cavern.
It was a false alarm," he cried. "I saw Sir Thomas Wyat in his cell
through the loop-hole, and I have brought the key away with me. But I
am sure I heard a noise here."
"It must have been mere fancy," said Tristram. "All is as we left
it."
"It seems so, certes," replied Fenwolf doubtfully.
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