"Haste, haste!" he cried.

"Quick and begone! This night may mean my ruin! Get ye gone, all of ye, and give me time to think.

Out with ye all, for I must lock the gate!" John Law passed as one stupefied, the slender form of Mary Connynge still upon his arm.

Hands of men hurried them.

"Quick! Into the carriage!" one cried.
And now the sounds of feet and voices approaching along the corridor were heard.