I asked the guard to deliver a message to my Lord d'Hymbercourt and offered a large reward for the service.

I begged him to say to Hymbercourt that his friends of The Mitre had been arrested and were now in prison.

The guard willingly promised to deliver my message, but he did not keep his word, though I repeated my request many times and promised him any reward he might name when I should regain my liberty.

With each visit he repeated his promise, but one day he laughed and said I was wasting words; that he would never see the reward and that in all probability I should never again see the light of day.

His ominous words almost prostrated me, though again I say I suffered chiefly for Max's sake.
Could I have gained his liberty at the cost of my life, nay, even my soul, I should have been glad to do it.
But I will not further describe the tortures of my imprisonment.