I'm a watch, clock and tool maker by trade and a bookworm by taste.

Because of the former I've come into your cell, and because of the latter I use the ornate language that you hear.

But of both those subjects more further on.

Meanwhile, I suppose it's you who have been yelling in here at the top of your voice and disturbing a row of dungeons accustomed to peace and quiet." "It was probably I, but I don't remember anything about it." "It's not likely that you would, as I see you've had some one of the seven hundred fevers that are customary along this coast.

Yours must have been of the shouting kind, as I heard you clean through the wall, and, once when I was listening at the keyhole, you made a noise like the yell of a charging army." "You don't mean to say that you've been listening at the keyhole of my cell." "It's exactly what I mean.