In the shadow near the far end of this--it was so directly under our window that I could only see the other end of it--I made out a casement, faintly illuminated from within.
I shook my head.
"We cannot get down to it," I said, measuring the distance to the beam and the depth below it, and shivering.
"Marie says we can, with a short rope," Croisette replied.

His eyes were glistening with excitement.
"But we have no rope!" I retorted.

I was dull--as usual.

Marie made no answer.

Surely he was the most stolid and silent of brothers.