Cole worked hard, but silently, for about an hour, and then he whispered down that he should be able to get a bar out. But how high was it from the ground?
Coventry heard the man actually groan at the intelligence.
"Let yourself down on my window-sill. I can find you rope enough for that."
"What, d'ye take me for a bird, that can light of a gate?"
"But the sill is solid stone, and full a foot wide."
"Say ye so, lad? Then luck is o' my side. Send up rope."
The rope was sent up, and presently was fast to something above and dangled down a little past the window-sill.
"Put out a light on sill," whispered the voice above.