Those rascals are still clamouring for my blood--why I know not--and if they once burst into the house you'll suffer." "They won't frighten me, but I wouldn't have you come to harm.

There's a way of escape.

I'll show it you." With her arm still round him though there was no necessity for his strength was gradually returning, she led him up the first flight--some half dozen steps--of a narrow staircase to a small window which she threw open.
"That's the Black Ditch.

It leads to the river and is fairly dry now that the tide is out.

You can easily find your way to Tooley Street." "Thanks--thanks," he murmured.
He clambered on to the window sill and gradually lowered himself.