A few seconds more, and I was able to bring the machine to rest with the front of the platform jutting out beyond the Tower wall.

Here I anchored her fore and aft with clamps which had been already prepared.
Whilst I was doing so Teuta had leaned over the inner edge of the platform, and whispered as softly as the sigh of a gentle breeze: "Hist! hist!" The answer came in a similar sound from some twenty feet below us, and we knew that the prisoner was alone.

Forthwith, having fixed the hook of the rope in the ring to which was attached her belt, I lowered my wife.

Her father evidently knew her whisper, and was ready.
The hollow Tower--a smooth cylinder within--sent up the voices from it faint as were the whispers: "Father, it is I--Teuta!" "My child, my brave daughter!" "Quick, father; strap the belt round you.

See that it is secure.