But how high was it from the ground?
"About forty feet." Coventry heard the man actually groan at the intelligence.
"Let yourself down on my window-sill.

I can find you rope enough for that." "What, d'ye take me for a bird, that can light of a gate ?" "But the sill is solid stone, and full a foot wide." "Say ye so, lad?
Then luck is o' my side.

Send up rope." The rope was sent up, and presently was fast to something above and dangled down a little past the window-sill.
"Put out a light on sill," whispered the voice above.
"I will." Then there was a long silence, during which Coventry's blood ran cold.
As nothing further occurred, he whispered, "What is the matter ?" "My stomach fails me.

Send me up a drop of brandy, will ye?
Eh, man, but this is queer work." "I can't get it up to you; you must drink it here.

Come, think! It will be five years' penal servitude if you don't." "Is the rope long enough ?" "Plenty for that." Then there was another awful silence.
By-and-by a man's legs came dangling down, and Cole landed on the sill, still holding tight by the rope.