“I am looking for a friend,” answered Merry, likewise in French.
“Have you the sign?”
“The what?”
“The sign.”
“No; I don’t know what——”
“Then you cannot enter.”
At this moment, a voice from within cried out something in very bad French, and the man at the door suddenly stepped aside, saying:
“Enter.”
Frank hesitated a moment, and then stepped into the room. Immediately the door closed behind him with a click.
Frank stood there looking around in the dim light which came through a curtained window. He saw there were several persons in the room. At the farther end was a passage.