Without moving, they could see the door which closed it below.

Tignonville signed to La Tribe to wait, and himself crept down the stairs.

He reached the door, and, stooping, set his eye to the hole through which the string of the latch passed.

A moment he looked, and then, turning on tiptoe, he stole up again, his face fallen.
"You may throw the handle after the hatchet!" he muttered.

"The man on guard is within four yards of the door." And in the rage of disappointment he struck the air with his hand.
"Is he looking this way ?" "No.