Here's his ladder; you see it folds up quite compactly, and makes a nice little bundle--just like a bundle of old sticks any man might have been seen carrying about London in those days without attracting any attention.

Why, it probably helped him to look like an honest working man time and time again, for on being arrested he declared most solemnly he'd always carried that ladder openly under his arm." "The daring of that!" cried Bunting.
"Yes, and when the ladder was opened out it could reach from the ground to the second storey of any old house.

And, oh! how clever he was! Just open one section, and you see the other sections open automatically; so Peace could stand on the ground and force the thing quietly up to any window he wished to reach.

Then he'd go away again, having done his job, with a mere bundle of old wood under his arm! My word, he was artful! I wonder if you've heard the tale of how Peace once lost a finger.

Well, he guessed the constables were instructed to look out for a man missing a finger; so what did he do ?" "Put on a false finger," suggested Bunting.
"No, indeed! Peace made up his mind just to do without a hand altogether.