And, Smith, too! It was all up with our precious secret parleys; perhaps we should not even be allowed to see one another any more.

In my misery I sat down on the floor in a corner of my dungeon and felt as if I would not much care if the house were to fall about my ears and bury me in the ruins.

Cheerful reflection this for a youth of my tender years! As I sat, shivering and brooding over my hard fate, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs.

When you are sitting alone in an empty room, at the dead of night, this is never a very fascinating sound, and I did not much enjoy it.
And as I listened I could make out that the footsteps belonged to two people.

Perhaps I was going to be murdered, I reflected, like Prince Arthur, or the two boys in the Tower! At the same moment a streak of light glimmered through the crack of the door, and I heard a voice say, "Come this way, Smith." So Smith, too, was going to be locked up for the night.