"Ne cherchez pas à me tricher," thundered Lenoir. "Il m'appartient. Où est-il, je vous le demande?"[6] ]
[6] "Seek not to deceive me," thundered Lenoir. "He belongs to me. Where is he, I ask you again?"
The coiner's manner made the aubergiste uneasy, and thoughtful for his own safety.
So he pointed up stairs.
Up went Lenoir, and finding a room door locked, he flung his whole weight against the door and sent it in.
This was the room which the fugitive had entered.
But where was Murray?
Gone!
Vanished!