My heart bounded as for an instant it occurred to me it would be in my dungeon! No such good fortune! They passed my door.

At any rate, my chum should know where I was, so I proceeded to make a demonstration against my door and beseech, in the most piteous way, to be released.

Of course, it was no use, but that did not matter; I never expected it would.
I listened hard to the retreating footsteps, which stopped at the end of the passage.

Then a door opened and shut again, a key turned, one pair of steps again returned past my door, and as I peeped through the keyhole I had a vague idea of a yellow-and-black gown, and knew that the Henniker had gone back to her place.
If only Smith had been shut up next door to me I might have been able to shout to him so that he could hear, but what chance was there when three or four rooms at least divided us?
After all, except that he was near me, and knew where I was, things were not much better than they had been before.

So I sat down again in my corner and sulkily watched the first glimmers of dawn peep in at the little window.