"But I will make sure."
; While he placed his ear to the door, Mabel gave a signal to Tristram
that she was safe. Persuaded that he heard some sound in the
chamber, Fenwolf nodded to Tristram that all was right, and resumed
his seat.
In less than ten minutes he was again asleep. Mabel then emerged
from her concealment, and cautiously approached Tristram, who
feigned, also, to slumber. As she approached him, he rose noiselessly
to his feet.
"The plan has succeeded," he said in a low tone. "It was I who spoiled
the lock. But come with me. I will lead you out of the cavern."
Not without Sir Thomas Wyat," she replied; " I will not leave him here."
"You will only expose yourself to risk, and fail to deliver him," rejoined
Tristram. "Fenwolf has the key of his cell.Nay, if you are determined
upon it, I will not hinder you. But you must find your own way out, for I
shall not assist Sir Thomas Wyat."
Motioning him to silence, Mabel crept slowly, and on the points of her
feet, towards Fenwolf.
The key was in his girdle. Leaning over him, she suddenly and
dexterously plucked it forth.
At the very moment she possessed herself of it, Fenwolf stirred, and
she dived down, and concealed herself beneath the table.
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