11
I Connive at My Escape
AS SOON as my hair was cut, Jules, under the direction of Rehmy, carried down a mattress and blankets to the cellar.
"I'm afraid we can't make you more comfortable than Adolf," said Rehmy, " and the hard-hearted Gaston is treating him to a somewhat limited hospitality."
"I'm not exactly hoping for a bed of roses," I rejoined.
"You look pretty tired, my friend," said Gaston, " and you've certainly every reason to be. Wait a moment, and we'll make you a cup of coffee."
"Hadn't I better go down at once?" said I. "Adolf may have heard us arrive, and he'll think it strange if I'm not locked up immediately."
"I don't think you need worry about that," Gaston replied. " If Adolf has heard anything, he will merely suppose that we are asking you some necessary questi
