But a sound of voices came from outside the door. It was flung open violently and the four men appeared, dragging in a bound man, whom they dropped to the floor as they entered.
“Here’s old Siméon,” cried the one whom Fakhi had addressed as Bournef.
“And the wife?” asked the leader. “I hope you’ve got her too!”
“Well, no.”
“What is that? Has she escaped?”
“Yes, through her window.”
“But you must run after her. She can only be in the garden. Remember, the watch-dog was barking just now.”
“And suppose she’s got away?”
“How?”
“By the door on the lane?”