There was nothing I could do, but wait for morning; not a sound reached me from without, and, before I realized the possibility, I was fast asleep.
I must have slept long and soundly, for when I finally awoke a gleam of sun lay the full length of the room, and food was upon the table.

Some one--Peter, no doubt--had entered and departed without arousing me.

Well, it was apparent there was no intention of ill-treating me beyond the restraint of imprisonment, for the breakfast served was ample and well cooked.

Sleep had left me in a pleasanter frame of mind, and I ate heartily, wondering vaguely what the day would disclose.

I determined one thing, that when Peter returned for the dishes, I would back him into a corner and choke at least a portion of the truth out of his unwilling throat.