"And you're to be just as still as a mouse, mind.

There's your breakfast." She set the plate on a table and went out, bolting, as before, the door on the other side.

Andy did not see her again for over an hour.

Left entirely alone in his prison, his restless spirit chafed for freedom.

He moved about the apartment, examining everything it contained with the closest scrutiny, yet without making any noise, for the woman's threat, accompanied as it had been with such a wicked look, was not forgotten.