THE ESCAPE
stairs three steps at a time. The rickety stairs swayed and groaned under this noisy invasion, doors opened, and nightcapped heads with frightened faces peered from narrow doorways. There was a lantern burning in a sconce upon the wall. This Mornay seized as he passed. At the head of the first flight the mercer came out. But Cornbury stuck him in the leg with the point of his sword, and, seizing him by the back of the neck, pushed and dragged him down the stairs.
“The way out, ye vermin!” he said. “Quick! No. Not the front—the back door.”
The man was sallow with terror.
“The b-back door?” he chattered. “There is no back door.”
“A window, then,” jerked out Cornbury. “Quick!” There was a warning prod of the sword. The man cried out, but staggered through the mercer’s shop into a passage. Mornay and Cornbury thrust ahead of him.
“Which way?” they cried, in unison.
He indicated a window. When it was opened they saw it was not six feet from the ground.
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