He acknowledged that he had been a fool, and that he had deserved what he got.

The hall was still empty when he reentered it.

His adventure had roused no one, and with a feeling of relief he went to his room.
If the walls had fallen about his ears he could not have received a greater shock than when he entered through the door.
Seated in a chair close to the table, looking at him calmly as he entered, was Jean Jacques Croisset!.