He looked out of the window.

It was a good height from the ground; there was no stanchion or projection in the wall, and it seemed impossible that a man could get his shoulders through the opening.

Wogan opened the window to try it, and the sound of someone running came to his ears.
"Oho!" said he, but he said it to himself, "here's a man in a mighty hurry." A mist was rising from the ground; the evening, too, was dark.

Wogan could see no one in the road below, but he heard the footsteps diminishing into a faint patter.

Then they ceased altogether.