I have arranged to bribe one of the gaolers--his guard.

He will let him escape for ten thousand crowns--we must do it, Edith! Then Mr.Brock will ride over the Brenner Pass and catch a train somewhere, before his escape is discovered.

I expect to meet him in Paris day after to-morrow.
Have you heard from Roxbury ?" "No!" wailed Roxbury's wife.
"He's a brute!" stormed Miss Fowler.
"Constance!" flared Mrs.Medcroft, aghast at this sign of lese-majesty.
"Don't tell anybody," called Constance, as she banged the door behind her.
Soon after midnight a closely veiled lady drove up to a street corner adjacent to the city prison, a dolorous-looking building which loomed up still and menacing just ahead.

She alighted and, dismissing the cab, strode off quickly into the side street.

At a distant corner, in front of a crowded eating-house, two spirited horses, saddled and in charge of a grumbling stable-boy, champed noisily at their bits.