"Thank you," said Frank. "The first thing is to get out of this place."

"I cannot open the door of your room. They do not trust me with the
key."

"The windows are not very high from the ground. I can get down from the
outside."

"I will bring you a clothesline and a hatchet."

Frank received them with exultation.

"Before I attempt to escape," he said, "tell me where I can meet you in
New York. I want you to go with me to Mr. Wharton's. I shall need you to
confirm my story."

"I will meet you to-morrow at No. 15 B--Street."

"Then we shall meet to-morrow. What shall I call your name?"

"Mrs. Parker."

"Thank you. I will get away as quickly as possible, and when we are in
the city we will talk over our future plans."

With the help of the hatchet, Frank soon demolished the lower part of
the window. Fastening the rope to the bedstead, he got out of the window
and safely descended to the ground.

A long and fatiguing walk lay before him. But at last he reached the