One or two more entrances they tried,
but with no better success.
"Come this way," whispered Joseph. "I know a place where we shall
at least be out of their sight, and where we can plan at our
leisure."
He led her to the back entrance to the old hall. Alas! even that
was closed.
"This _is_ disappointing," he said; "for, if we were only in
there, I think something might be done."
"I believe I know a way," said Mary, and led him to a place near,
used for a wood-shed.
At the top of a great heap of sticks and fagots was an opening in
the wall, that had once been a window, or perhaps a door.
"That, I know, is the wall of the tower," she said; "and there
can be no difficulty in getting through there. Once in, it will
be easy to reach the hall--that is, if the door of the tower is
not locked."
In an instant Joseph was at the top of the heap, and through the
opening, hanging on, and feeling with his feet. He found footing
at no great distance, and presently Mary was beside him. They
descended softly, and found the door into the hall wide open.
"Can you tell me what window is that," whispered Joseph, "just
above the top of the wall?"
"I can not," answered Mary. "I never could go about this house as
I did about Mr. Redmain's; my lady always looked so fierce if she
saw me trying to understand the place. But why do you ask?"
"You see the flickering of a fire? Could it be Mr.
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