Falcon was dead.... To make good his escape, no time must be lost.
"'I am Mr. Moncrief,' said that gentleman, stepping forward."
"As ill-luck would have it, Hibbert ran full tilt against Mr. Weevil, just as he reached the outer door."
"Slightly raising himself from his position on the roof, Crick lifted the flagstaff from its socket, and drew it quickly beneath the trap-door."
"The boy was kneeling beside him,—it was Moncrief minor.... 'Are you all right?' came in a whisper from the boy."
