Herman listened for any possible sound in the cell, but everything was silent. Even the night-birds made no sound to-night, and the trees scarcely moved, so that there was but little rustling among the leaves. He was relieved, for there was no alarm as yet, and they might get away. "Time is precious, Heinrich," he said. "Those men may call for help." "I do not hear them," said Heinrich simply. "But let us go. How glad she will be! to have this--and you!" He moved away while he was speaking. "Where are we going?" Herman asked, when they stepped into the shelter of a bush after crossing a wide and moonlit lawn. "To the wall. Can you climb it?" A daring thought, since the silence was unbroken, came to Herman. It was next door to madness, but he yielded to it. "I will take you by the way I came, Heinrich, and then you shall see how I came to feel so certain that Mistress Margaret had been taken to the Holy House." "My way is best," said Heinrich doubtfully. "And it is safest." "But 'tis worth trying. Besides, I have this, and if any try to bar the way, we'll use it;" and from his belt he drew the dagger which he had forgotten in that struggle in the cell. "I, too, have one," cried Heinrich, drawing his own weapon; and then from caution he went on to the same readiness for recklessness which Herman was displaying. They went carefully, to avoid being seen, in case any who dwelt in the place should be moving about the garden, or any eyes should be searching the moonlit grounds from the windows. The silence had emboldened Herman to this real madness, and he went forward to the door, alert and ready to strike a blow if anyone strove to bar the way. They stepped in at the doorway and listened, but all was silent; not even a groan from that cell where Herman had left the Familiars. He saw what he had not seen before--a lighted lantern on the floor at one of the doors. It was not there when he had first gone to the cell, so that his thought was that one of the Familiars had left it there before entering the place where they found him. "We'll take that with us, Heinrich," he whispered. "Mine is locked up in the cell." Going swiftly down the steps, always ready if anyone approached, and past the open cells, they came to the opening in the rock, Heinrich's eyes moving in all directions to miss nothing. Herman watched him, and the thought came that he was projecting his mind to future days when he might use this passage and come to set some poor captive free, since it was his boasted delight to spoil the plans of the masters of the Holy House. Heinrich watched with growing wonder how the rock door swung back noiselessly into its place after they had passed into the cavern, leaving no token of any opening. "Show me how you opened it!" he exclaimed. "I may find my way in some day, and get someone out of this."