Meanwhile Rofflash had distanced his pursuers.
"The apothecary's shop on London Bridge," she screamed.
Dr.Mountchance at that moment was engaged in what to him was his greatest pleasure in life--counting his gold.

He was in the midst of this absorbing occupation when he heard three separate knocks at his outside door given in a peculiarly distinctive way.

He knew Jeremy's signal and he hurried his gold into an iron bound coffer which he locked.
"If the captain's made a good haul so much the better," he muttered.
"It's time he did.

He's had the devil's bad luck of late." The old man shuffled to the door and shot back the bolts.

Rofflash precipitated himself inside with such haste and violence that he nearly upset Mountchance.
"Lock the door," he gasped.