The chamber was untenanted and almost bare of furniture, at which discovery Crispin breathed more freely.
They stood there, and heard the ascending footsteps, and the clank-clank of a sword against the stair-rail.

A bar of yellow light came under the door that sheltered them.

Stronger it grew and farther it crept along the floor; then stopped and receded again, as he who bore the lanthorn turned and began to climb to the second floor.

An instant later and the light had vanished, eclipsed by those who followed in the fellow's wake.
"The window, Sir Crispin," cried Kenneth, in an excited whisper--"the window!" "No," answered Crispin calmly.

"The drop is a long one, and we should but light in the streets, and be little better than we are here.