Almost on the instant the landlord's voice cried from the inside, 'Enter, Monsieur!' I raised the latch and went in.

The man was alone, squatting over the fire warming his hands.

A black pot simmered on the ashes, As I entered he raised the lid and peeped inside.

Then he glanced over his shoulder.
'You expected me ?' I said defiantly, walking to the hearth, and setting one of my damp boots on the logs.
'Yes,' he answered, nodding curtly.

'Your supper is just ready.