" "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set to work, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freed himself from his fetters. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. \"May I come in?\" His bravado was increasing. Splendidly.
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