He had been flattening himself against its shadow; and at first--so white and fierce was his face--I made sure he meant to hurl me over and on to the street below.
"What do you want?
What have you seen ?" Though he spoke fiercely, his teeth chattered.

"Oh--it's you!" he exclaimed, recognising me through my soot.
"Mr.Plinlimmon--" I began.
"I didn't do it.

I didn't--" He broke off.

"For Heaven's sake, how are we to get down out of this ?" "There's no way on the street side," I answered, "unless--" He took me up short.

"The street?
We can't go that way--it's as much as my neck's worth.