When the evening came, Tom commenced operations. He applied the
liquid as directed, which soon corroded the iron at the bottom. The
sides and top were more difficult, but their partial destruction was
in time accomplished; and, when the eventful evening came, he had
little difficulty in removing the grating. It was, of course, only
injured at the ends; and, as the window was oblong, by altering the
position of the grating, he obtained a substance sufficiently strong
to which he attached the rope-ladder. Getting up to the window, he
placed the grating reversed in the inside, and threw the ladder on
the outside. To soften the fall of the iron after he had descended,
he placed his mattress and bedclothes below; and, having thus made
every preliminary arrangement, with the first stroke of twelve he
commenced his descent; and, ere the last had died upon the breeze,
the ground was reached in safety.
A figure, enveloped in a cloak, approached hurriedly, and whispered
"follow!" He tossed a bundle to the fugitive, then turned to the
left. The order was obeyed; and, after the lapse of an hour and
a-half, Tom found himself in a wood, and the stranger opening a dark
lantern--sliding shades at the side of which had previously been
pulled down--disclosed to the eyes of Vallance the features of his
agent, Mortlake.
The bundle was untied, and Tom found it to contain a capacious
wrapper, a shawl, and bonnet with a veil. Those Tom was required to
put on, and this matter being accomplished, the journey was resumed,
and in about two hours they arrived at a small hamlet or village,
where they found a gig waiting for them. Mortlake then addressed his
companion:--"My dear Emily! be more composed--never mind your
father--I will write to him, and all will yet be put to rights."
Tom, who had been previously instructed, spoke "small like a woman;"
and, after some affected coyness, entered the carriage, when the
parties drove off, leaving the man who had taken charge of the
vehicle under the evident conviction that the strange man was a sad
blackguard, and that the veiled lady was some unfortunate young woman
who had been deluded away by his devices.
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