The pace dropped to a quick walk, and in due time, greatly to Ashby's relief, the portal of Wakefield's was reached.
Here, of course, all was safe.

If any of the few boys hanging about had been inclined to concern themselves in the affair, the colour of the ribbon on the victims' hats was quite sufficient reason for allowing the law to take its course; and Ashby, who began to grow very tired of his burden (which insisted on sitting down on either side all the way upstairs), arrived at length at Messrs.

D'Arcy and Wally's door without challenge.
He had no need to knock, or say "Balbus," as the room was empty.

The other canvassers had evidently not yet returned.
With a sigh of relief he deposited his loads on the carpet and locked the door.
"Let us go, you cad!" yelled the prisoners.

"What do you want bringing us here into this place for ?" "Fun," said Ashby.