By main strength of arms he had swung himself on to this cornice, and so got on to the roof proper.
He would then have the run of the whole roof.
At the side of the building facing Salisbury Lane there is an iron fire-escape, which runs right down from the ridge of the roof into a little sunk yard level with the cellars.

Jules must have thought that his escape was accomplished.

But it unfortunately happened that one rung in the iron escape-ladder had rusted rotten through being badly painted.
It gave way, and Jules, not expecting anything of the kind, fell to the ground.

That was the end of all his cleverness and ingenuity.' As Racksole ceased, speaking he replaced the linen cloth with a gesture from which reverence was not wholly absent.
When the grave had closed over the dark and tempestuous career of Tom Jackson, once the pride of the Grand Babylon, there was little trouble for the people whose adventures we have described.

Miss Spencer, that yellow-haired, faithful slave and attendant of a brilliant scoundrel, was never heard of again.