It would help his status in Aldersgate Street....

But he must act at once or the murderers would be gone.

He tiptoed back along the passage, tumbled down the crazy steps, and ran up the steep entry to where he saw a glimmer of light from the Strand.
At the gate he all but fell into the arms of a man--a powerful fellow, for it was like running against a brick wall.

Two strong arms gripped Lovel by the shoulder, and a face looked into his.

There was little light in the street, but the glow from the window of a Court perruquier was sufficient to reveal the features.