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"You will sleep here?" exclaimed his host.

"I will at all events lie in bed," returned Wogan.

The innkeeper took a lamp and led the way up a narrow winding stair.

"Have a care, sir," said he; "the stairs are steep."

"I prefer them steep."

"I am afraid that I keep the light from you, but there is no room for

two to walk abreast."

"It is an advantage. I do not like to be jostled on the stairs."

The landlord threw open a door at the top of the stairs.

"The room is a garret," he said in apology.

"So long as it has no cupboards it will serve my turn."

"Ah! you do not like cupboards."

"They fill a poor man with envy of those who have clothes to hang in

them."

Wogan ascertained that there were no cupboards. There was a key, too, in

the lock, and a chest of drawers which could be moved very suitably in

front of the door.

"It is a good garret," said Wogan, laying down his bag upon a chair.

"The window is small," continued the landlord.

"One will be less likely to fall out," said Wogan. One would also, he

thought, be less likely to climb in. He looked out of the window. It was

a good height from the ground; there was no stanchion or projection in

the wall, and it seemed impossible that a man could get his shoulders

through the opening. Wogan opened the window to try it, and the sound of

someone running came to his ears.

"Oho!" said he, but he said it to himself, "here's a man in a mighty

hurry."

A mist was rising from the ground; the evening, too, was dark. Wogan

could see no one in the road below, but he heard the footsteps

diminishing into a faint patter. Then they ceased altogether. The man

who ran was running in the direction of Stuttgart.

"Yes, your garret will do," said Wogan, in quite a different voice. He

had begun to think that this night he would sleep, and he realised now

that he must not. The man might be running on his own business, but this

was the last night before Wogan would reach his friends. Stuttgart was

only three miles away. He could take no risks, and so he must stay

awake with his sword upon his knees. Had his horse been able to carry

him farther, he would have ridden on, but the horse was even more weary

than its master. Besides, the narrow staircase made his room an

excellent place to defend.