The skylight above was open, and the prisoner gone.
"There has been some villainy here," said Holmes; "this beauty has guessed Miss Hunter's intentions and has carried his victim off." "But how ?" "Through the skylight.

We shall soon see how he managed it." He swung himself up onto the roof.

"Ah, yes," he cried, "here's the end of a long light ladder against the eaves.

That is how he did it." "But it is impossible," said Miss Hunter; "the ladder was not there when the Rucastles went away." "He has come back and done it.

I tell you that he is a clever and dangerous man.