I waited a minute or two for him to come back, but he didn't come back, and so I thought it was about time I began to make inquiries into the affair.

I went downstairs instantly, and out of the hotel, through the quadrangle, into Salisbury Lane, and I looked over those railings.

There was a ladder on the other side, by which it was perfectly easy--once you had got over the railings--to climb down into the yard.

I was horribly afraid lest someone might walk up Salisbury Lane and catch me in the act of negotiating those railings, but no one did, and I surmounted them, with no worse damage than a torn skirt.

I crossed the yard on tiptoe, and I found that in the wall, close to the ground and almost exactly under my window, there was an iron grating, about one foot by fourteen inches.