It was evident to both that a mighty struggle had taken place there, but no blood was shed.

John's keen mind inferred at once that Picard had been set upon without warning by many men, but they had struggled to take him alive.
Nothing else could account for the wrecked furniture, and the absence of red stains.
His fears now became a horrible certainty, and without a thought of Weber, rushing up the stairway, candle in hand, he knocked at the door of Julie's room, the room that she and Suzanne were to occupy together.
There was no answer.

He knocked again, loud and long.

Still no answer and his heart froze within him.

He threw the door open and rushed in, mechanically holding his candle aloft, and, by the dim light it shed, looked about him, aghast.
This room also was in disorder.