And the three rushed down the staircase, like an avalanche.
"To the admiral's!" shouted Maurevel.
"To the admiral's!" echoed La Hurière.
"To the admiral's, then, if it must be so!" cried Coconnas in his turn.
And all three, leaving the Belle Étoile in charge of Grégoire and the other waiters, hastened toward the admiral's hôtel in the Rue de Béthizy; a bright light and the report of fire-arms guided them in that direction.
"Ah, who comes here?" cried Coconnas. "A man without his doublet or scarf!"
"It is some one escaping," said Maurevel.
"Fire! fire!" said Coconnas; "you who have arquebuses."
"Faith, not I," replied Maurevel. "I keep my powder for better game."
"You, then, La Hurière!"