"I would just as lief sleep on straw as on a bed but, if I had had some blankets, I might have made myself a rope; though I don't think it would have reached the roof of the house below, much less to the courtyard, so that idea must be given up.

I have heard of fellows working their way through the floors of their cells; but they have taken away my knife, and there is not a scrap of furniture from which I could get some iron to manufacture a tool.

There is no concealing a knife, when they bring my food; for it is sure to be as it is today--rice, or some other grain, boiled, and not even a spoon to eat it with.
"The door seems the only possible way though, at present, I cannot see where the possibility comes in.

It is of solid wood, and strong enough to cage a tiger.

Still, if I am to get out, I fancy that it must be through the door." A closer examination of it did not increase his hopes.