Lorin proceeded to conceal his men in the corners of the hedges and angles of the doors, while the agent of police retired with six or eight National Guards to force his way by the principal entrance. In an instant the noise of their receding steps ceased in the distance, without having awakened the least suspicion. Maurice's men were at their post, and did their best to keep concealed. One would have declared that everything was perfectly quiet, and that nothing extraordinary was passing in the old Rue Saint Jacques. Maurice then began to climb the wall.
"Listen," said Lorin.
"To what?"
"The countersign."
"Right."
"'Carnation and Vault.' Stop all those who cannot give these three words. Permit all to pass who can. This is the password."
"Thanks," said Maurice, dropping from the top of the wall into the garden.