Where is the ring with his arms ?" She hunted among her jewels and picked out a gold ring with a broad engraved face.
"This will be our key.

When good Marceau, the steward, sees it, every dungeon in the castle will be at our disposal.

It is that or nothing.
There is no other place where we can hold them safe." "But when my husband returns ?" "Ah, he may be a little puzzled as to his captives.

And the complaisant Marceau may have an evil quarter of an hour.

But that may not be for a week, and by that time, my little sister, I have confidence enough in you to think that you really may have finished the campaign.