fumbled at the lock impatiently while awaiting Pierre's return; and then a plan leapt into Gerard's thoughts.
"We will see," he said. "Quick, Gabrielle! Rouse yourself, my dearest. I have a plan that will yet save us both. Where is the knife you brought? He shall come in."
"What would you do, Gerard?" she whispered, in a voice of awe, rising and peering into his face in the dim light.
"Not murder; but I have a plan. Stand over there in the shadow and be ready with the knife when I call to you. Give me your cloak. Quick, now, for the love of God. Seconds are priceless."
Gabrielle slipped off the cloak and handed it to him, and stood back where he had directed.
"When I have moved the pallet stand as still as death, till I call to you."
Making as little noise as possible he wrenched the pallet from the door and placed it ready for use again, and holding the cloak in readiness took his stand behind the door.
As he did so he heard Pierre in the distance.
The Governor tried the door again then and, finding it yield, pushed it open and entered the cell, all unsuspicious of any danger.
In a moment Gerard threw a cloak over his head and, smothering his cry of alarm in the folds of the cloak, dashed him violently to the ground. Then leaving his prisoner for a moment he thrust the bed once more against the door just in time to prevent those outside from entering, or indeed seeing what had occurred.
The Governor finding himself free, however, began to shout for help, when Gerard sprang upon him again, gripped him by the throat, and clapped a hand roughly over his mouth.
The Governor was a powerful man, and he fought
