"It is the kitchen that is on fire.
We are cut off! We cannot get down!" Quest was on his hands and knees, fumbling under his truckle bed.

He pulled out a crude form of fire escape, a rough sort of cradle with a rope attached.
"Know how to use this ?" he asked Craig quickly.

"Here, catch hold.

Put your arms inside this strap." "You are going to send me down first ?" Craig exclaimed incredulously.
Quest smiled.

Then he drew the rope round the table and tied it.
"You would like to have a chance of cutting the rope, wouldn't you, when I was half way down ?" he asked grimly.