The jailer extinguished the light and left the cell.

But he did not shove the great iron bolt across the door.

He did not put the large padlock on it, but he only left the door slightly ajar, and did not lock it at all.
Henry Howard took no notice of this.

What cared he, whether this gate was locked or no-he who no longer had a desire for life and freedom! He leaned back on his seat, and dreamed with eyes open.

There below in the yard they were working on the scaffold which Henry Howard was to ascend as soon as day dawned.