In this difficulty, Reverend Finch proved to be--for the first time, and also for the last--of some use.
"Stay!" he said.

"My friends, if the back garden gate is open, we can get in by the window." Neither the landlord nor I had thought of the window.

We ran round to the back of the house; seeing the marks of the chaise-wheels leading in the same direction.

The gate in the wall was wide open.

We crossed the little garden.