They passed Mr.Sleuth and the girl by his side, unaware, or so it seemed to her, that there was anyone else in the room but themselves.
"Hurry up, Mrs.Bunting," said the turnstile-keeper; "you and your friends will have the place all to yourselves for a bit." From an official he had become a man, and it was the man in Mr.Hopkins that gallantly addressed pretty Daisy Bunting: "It seems strange that a young lady like you should want to go in and see all those 'orrible frights," he said jestingly.
"Mrs.Bunting, may I trouble you to come over here for a moment ?" The words were hissed rather than spoken by Mr.Sleuth's lips.
His landlady took a doubtful step towards him.
"A last word with you, Mrs.Bunting." The lodger's face was still distorted with fear and passion.

"Do not think to escape the consequences of your hideous treachery.

I trusted you, Mrs.Bunting, and you betrayed me! Put I am protected by a higher power, for I still have much to do." Then, his voice sinking to a whisper, he hissed out "Your end will be bitter as wormwood and sharp as a two-edged sword.

Your feet shall go down to death, and your steps take hold on hell." Even while Mr.Sleuth was muttering these strange, dreadful words, he was looking round, glancing this way and that, seeking a way of escape.
At last his eyes became fixed on a small placard placed above a curtain.

"Emergency Exit" was written there.