Here's the other stair.

You'd better hold to my coat again." They stole softly down the stair, crossed an unused room, went down another narrow, unused passage, and then, when Weber opened a door, John felt the cool air of the night blowing upon his face.

When the attempt at escape began, he had not been so enthusiastic, because he was leaving Julie behind, but with every step his eagerness grew and the free wind brought with it a sort of intoxication.

He did not doubt now that he would make good his flight.

Weber, that fast friend of his, was a wonderful man.