He went back into the embrasure, slipped the bundle over his arm, and opened the window very silently.

He saw the snow was still falling, the wind still moaning about the crannies and roaring along the streets.

He set his knee upon the window-ledge, climbed out, and drew the window to behind him.
The Princess-mother waited in the room with her hand upon her heart.

She waited, it seemed to her, for an eternity.

Then she heard the sound of a heavy fall, and the clang of a musket against the wall of the villa.