Not a moment is to be lost." So saying, he took hold of a ring in the floor, and disclosed a flight of steps, down which he hurried, followed by the janizaries.

This means of communication instantly brought them to the lobby.

But Jack and his companion were already gone.
Jonathan threw open the street-door.

Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol.

The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street.