Julie had doubtless gone to bed, but Antoine, the grim and faithful, would be on watch.
"I expected Picard to meet us," he said.
"Probably they're all worn out, and anticipating no danger, have gone to sleep," said Weber.
The candle was still burning in the bureau, and John, picking it up, hurried into the smoking-room.

A sudden, terrible fear had struck like a dagger at his heart.

The silence, and the absence of Picard filled him with alarm.

In the smoking-room he held the candle aloft, and then he uttered a cry.
The room was in a state of utter disorder.

Chairs, tables and writing-desks were overturned, and glass was smashed.