They found themselves in a long narrow cockloft, not more than six feet
high at the highest, and insufferably hot. Between the tiles, which
sloped steeply on either hand, a faint light filtered in, disclosing the
giant rooftree running the length of the house, and at the farther end of
the loft the main tie-beam, from which a network of knees and struts rose
to the rooftree.
Tignonville, who seemed possessed by unnatural energy, stayed only to put
off his boots. Then "Courage!" he panted, "all goes well!" and, carrying
his boots in his hands, he led the way, stepping gingerly from joist to
joist until he reached the tie-beam. He climbed on it, and, squeezing
himself between the struts, entered a second loft, similar to the first.
At the farther end of this a rough wall of bricks in a timber-frame
lowered his hopes; but as he approached it, joy! Low down in the corner
where the roof descended, a small door, square, and not more than two
feet high, disclosed itself.
The two crept to it on hands and knees and listened. "It will lead to
the leads, I doubt?" La Tribe whispered. They dared not raise their
voices.
"As well that way as another!" Tignonville answered recklessly. He was
the more eager, for there is a fear which transcends the fear of death.
His eyes shone through the mask of dust, the sweat ran down to his chin,
his breath came and went noisily. "Naught matters if we can escape him!"
he panted. And he pushed the door recklessly. It flew open; the two
drew back their faces with a cry of alarm.
They were looking, not into the sunlight, but into a grey dingy garret
open to the roof, and occupying the upper part of a gable-end somewhat
higher than the wing in which they had been confined. Filthy truckle-
beds and ragged pallets covered the floor, and, eked out by old saddles
and threadbare horserugs, marked the sleeping quarters either of the
servants or of travellers of the meaner sort. But the dinginess was
naught to the two who knelt looking into it, afraid to move. Was the
place empty? That was the point; the question which had first stayed,
and then set their pulses at the gallop.
Painfully their eyes searched each huddle of clothing, scanned each
dubious shape. And slowly, as the silence persisted, their heads came
forward until the whole floor lay within the field of sight. And still
no sound! At last Tignonville stirred, crept through the doorway, and
rose up, peering round him. He nodded, and, satisfied that all was safe,
the minister followed him.
They found themselves a pace or so from the head of a narrow staircase,
leading downwards. Without moving, they could see the door which closed
it below. Tignonville signed to La Tribe to wait, and himself crept down
the stairs. He reached the door, and, stooping, set his eye to the hole
through which the string of the latch passed. A moment he looked, and
then, turning on tiptoe, he stole up again, his face fallen.