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Three sides of the blacksmith's shop, the door, and the window were in full view from the little hamlet; the blank wall of the rear was close to a sheer precipice. The door was locked, and the key was in the sheriff's pocket.
The prisoner, bound with cords around his ankles and limbs, and with his wrists manacled, was gone!