The Law was around the corner and down the
narrow hall, puffing a Virginia Slims Menthol in frantic
sips, teetering uncomfortably out of an emergency exit
door. "Let the gentleman take his own course," said Jonathan, mildly. Exerting all his energies, and using the bar as a lever, he forced
off the iron band, which was full seven feet high, seven inches wide, and two
thick, and which brought with it in its fall the box of the lock and the socket of
the bolt, leaving no further hinderance. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a
grating of iron bars. "I thought you were asleep. “I noticed him call her attention to us as we passed down the room,” he
answered.
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