“Can you open the street-door from the inside yourself?”
“Yes,—if there is nobody in the porter’s lodge.”
“Go and see if there is any one there, and be careful that nobody observes you.”
Then I waited, keeping a watch on the door and window.
In six or seven seconds Jeanne reappeared behind the bars, and said,
“The servant is in the porter’s lodge.”
“Very well,” I said, “have you a pen and ink?”
“No.”
“A pencil?”
“Yes.”