Just as I was within sight of it, it was opened from the landing on the other side.

I turned to run upstairs again, when a familiar voice cried, "Stop!" and looking round, I beheld Young File.
"All right!" he said.

"Father's off with the governor in the gig, and the runners in hiding outside are in full cry after them.

If Bow Street can get within pistol-shot of the blood mare, all I can say is, I give Bow Street full leave to fire away with both barrels! Where's Screw ?" "Gagged by me in the casting-room." "Well done, you! Got all your things, I see, under your arm?
Wait two seconds while I grab my money.

Never mind the rumpus upstairs--there's nobody outside to help them; and the gate's locked, if there was." He darted past me up the stairs.