So I drew and drew, till it stopped, and I could see a stout bar across the stanchions of the casement.

Thereon I ceased drawing, and opening the little wallet, I found two files, one very fine, the other of sturdier fashion.
Verily then I blessed the violer woman, who at great peril of her own life, and by such witty device as doubtless Madame St.Catherine put into her heart, had sent the jackanapes up from below, and put me in the way of safety.

I wasted no time, but began filing, not at the thick circlet on my wrist, but at a link of the chain whereto it was made fast.

And such was the temper of the file, that soon I got the stouter weapon into the cut, and snapped the link; and so with the others, working long hours, and often looking fearfully for the first glimmer of dawn.

This had not come in, when I was now free of bonds, but there was yet the casement to be scaled.