I induced him in the same fashion--he was fairly taken by surprise--to undo the fastenings himself; and so, bidding him follow us at his peril, we slipped out one by one.

We softly closed the door behind us.

And lo! we were at last free--free and in the streets of Paris, with the cool night air fanning our brows.

A church hard by tolled the hour of two; and the strokes were echoed, before we had gone many steps along the ill-paved way, by the solemn tones of the bell of Notre Dame.
We were free and in the streets, with a guide who knew the way.

If Bezers had not gone straight from us to his vengeance, we might thwart him yet.