It was only by accident that Lally turned round and took a look back at the house.
"Powers above us!" he shouted, "what's up there on the chimbley ?" "Chimbley's on fire!" somebody else shouted, having just caught the word chimney, and everybody began to run back to the house.
"No, you idiots!" roared Lally; "but, by my sowl, if it isn't Turly's head that's perked up on the chimbley as if it was Cromwell's head on Newgate!" Screams followed.

Nurse Nancy, who was of the party, dropped on the road, and Walsh had to stop and hold her.
"Up the chimney!" she groaned.

"Heavens! how are we to get him down?
There isn't a ladder long enough!" "Aisy, ould woman!" said Lally.

"We'll get him down the way he got up.

It's an inside job." And away he trudged to the house with a goodly following, including Nancy herself, who soon found her feet when she heard that there was a cure for the catastrophe.
How the rescuing party blundered about the upper story, and at last found the right room, need not be related.
The door was shaken, battered, assaulted in every possible manner, but the rusty key had got stuck half-way across the lock and would not stir.