"And you'll find a lantern at its foot--you've matches on you, no doubt.

And beyond the door there's another stair that leads up to the turret, and you'll find her there--and safe--and so--go your ways, now, Moneylaws, and I'll go mine!" He dropped the revolver into a side pocket of his waterproof coat as he spoke, and, pointing me to the door in the corner, turned to that by which he had entered.

And as he turned he snapped off the light of his electric lamp, while I myself, having fumbled for a box of matches, struck one and looked around me for this lantern he had mentioned.

In its spluttering light I saw his big figure round the corner--then, just as I made for the lantern, the match went out and all was darkness again.
As I felt for another match, I heard him pounding the stair--and suddenly there was a sort of scuffle and he cried out loudly once, and there was the sound of a fall, and then of lighter steps hurrying away, and then a heavy, rattling groan.

And with my heart in my mouth and fingers trembling so that I could scarcely hold the match, I made shift to light the candle in the lantern, and went fearfully after him.