Let us see what progress you have made with the bars." "I have scarcely begun," murmured M.d'Escorval.
The corporal inspected the work.
"You may indeed say that you have made no progress," said he; "but, never mind, I have been a locksmith, and I know how to handle a file." Having drawn the cork from the vial of brandy which he had brought, he fastened the stopper to the end of one of the files, and swathed the handle of the instrument with a piece of damp linen.
"That is what they call putting a _stop_ on the instrument," he remarked, by way of explanation.
Then he made an energetic attack on the bars.

It at once became evident that he had not exaggerated his knowledge of the subject, nor the efficacy of his precautions for deadening the sound.

The harsh grating that had so alarmed the baron was no longer heard, and Bavois, finding he had nothing more to dread from the keenest ears, now made preparations to shelter himself from observation.
To cover the opening in the door would arouse suspicion at once--so the corporal adopted another expedient.
Moving the little table to another part of the room, he placed the light upon it, in such a position that the window remained entirely in shadow.
Then he ordered the baron to sit down, and handing him a paper, said: "Now read aloud, without stopping for an instant, until you see me cease work." By this method they might reasonably hope to deceive the guards outside in the corridor.

Some of them, indeed, did come to the door and look in, then went away to say to their companions: "We have just taken a look at the prisoner.

He is very pale, and his eyes are glittering feverishly.