Mr.Fentolin leaned forward.

His features had lost their delicately benevolent aspect; his words were minatory.
"I am under the impression, sir," he said, "that I saw you with my glasses from the window attempting to force an entrance into that building." Hamel nodded.
"I not only tried but I succeeded," he remarked.

"I got in through the window." Mr.Fentolin's eyes glittered for a moment.

Hamel, who had resumed his place upon the rock close at hand, had been mixed up during his lifetime in many wild escapades.

Yet at that moment he had a sudden feeling that there were dangers in life which as yet he had not faced.
"May I ask for your explanation or your excuse ?" "You can call it an explanation or an excuse, whichever you like," Hamel replied steadily, "but the fact is that this little building, which some one else seems to have appropriated, is mine.