"Here they are."
"Thanks. Where do you sleep, Pompée?"
"At the end of the corridor."
"Suppose I need you?"
"Here is a bell; the hostess will come—"
"That will do. The door has a good lock, has it not?"
"Monsieur can see for himself."
"There are no bolts!"
"No, but there's a stout lock."
"Good; I will lock myself in. There's no other entrance?"