“That’s true,” said Dantès; “but the corridor you speak of only bounds one side of my cell; there are three others⁠—do you know anything of their situation?”

“This one is built against the solid rock, and it would take ten experienced miners, duly furnished with the requisite tools, as many years to perforate it. This adjoins the lower part of the governor’s apartments, and were we to work our way through, we should only get into some lockup cellars, where we must necessarily be recaptured. The fourth and last side of your cell faces on⁠—faces on⁠—stop a minute, now where does it face?”