"That is good enough for me, captain," was the reply.
The anteroom door opened and the queen appeared, but she had a veil wound round her head. They went down the stairs, the queen leading.
After a twenty-seven hours' session, the House had adjourned, and the immense hall, where so much noise and so many events had been compressed, was dumb, void, and somber as a sepulcher.
The queen called for a light. Pitou picked up an extinguished link, lighted it at a lantern, and handed it to her, and she resumed the march. As they passed the entrance door, the queen pointed to it.
"He was killed there," she said.
Andrea did not reply; she seemed a specter haunting one who had called her up.
The queen lowered the torch to the floor in the lobby, saying: "Behold his blood."
Andrea remained mute.
The conductress went straight to a closet attached to the "Logographe" box, pulled the door open, and said, as she held up the light to illumine the interior:
"Here is his body."