“It was last night. They tried to escape over the wall. It seems to have been planned for some time. But they were overheard and betrayed by a fellow-prisoner—the scoundrel! They got away safely to the top of the wall, and let down the rope. Their plan had been to descend one by one, I believe; but they found that too slow, and time was short. So when they had fastened the rope, they got upon it all together. A French officer was watching, and he seized that moment to cut it above.[2] The miscreant!—the hound!—he’ll have his deserts some day! They all fell. Several were killed instantly—as we see. Some with broken limbs are in hospital. This is not the first time that an escape has ended thus. The bodies are always exposed next day.” Roy shuddered. “You may be thankful that you were not among them.” Another shudder. The grey-haired Colonel bent gravely towards him. “If any friend of yours is there, do not grieve too much, my boy. Some of us might well be disposed to envy them. They are in God’s Hands now; and that is well. God is kinder far than man.” He might indeed say so, looking across the yard. Roy lifted his face, as if in bitter protest. Was man kind? if man could do such deeds as this! And then he thought of Ivor—of his father—of Sir John Moore. There may be very demons in human form upon earth; yet man was made in the Image of God; and all the kindliness that is seen in the best of men is a glimmer of that Image. (_To be continued._) FOOTNOTES: [1] True. [2] True. THE PRINCESS OF WALES’S DAIRY AT SANDRINGHAM. [Illustration: The Princess of Wales’s Tea Room at Sandringham Dairy] Let us start from the pretty little “Feathers Inn” at Dersingham, which, by the way, is the only house of entertainment for strangers allowed on the Prince’s estate, for the reason that H.R.H. very wisely objects to colonies of observation being posted on the confines of his beautiful country home.