“Five minutes won’t hurt.”
The lodge opened at the back on a small courtyard, which communicated with a long corridor. At the end of this passage was another yard, in which stood a little house consisting of a ground-floor and an attic.
They went in. There was an entrance-hall followed by three rooms, leading one into the other. Only the second room was furnished. The third had a door opening straight on a street that ran parallel with the Rue Guimard.
They stopped in the second room.
“Did you shut the hall-door after you?”
“No one saw us come in, I suppose?”
“Not a soul.”
“No one suspects that you’re here?”
“No.”