It was evident to his mind that he had been betrayed by some one connected with the affair of the Maison-Blanche, and he would not expose himself to a second defeat.

He therefore begged the captain to tell no one of his presence in Bourg, and to await his return, even if it were delayed some hours.

The captain agreed.
Roland, the key in his right hand, the crowbar in his left, reached the side door of the church without making any noise.

This he unlocked, entered, relocked it behind him, and found himself facing a wall of hay.
He listened.

The most profound silence reigned.
He remembered his boyish habits, took his bearings, put the key in his pocket, and scrambled up the wall of hay, which was about fifteen feet high and formed a sort of platform.