He also listened:
"Yes, yes, you're right."
"Perhaps it's François," she said. "Perhaps it's up there."
She moved to rise. He held her back:
"No, it's the sound of footsteps in the passage."
"In that case . . . in that case . . . ?" said Véronique.
They exchanged distraught glances, forming no decision, not knowing what to do.
The sound came nearer. The enemy could not be suspecting anything, for the steps were those of one who is not afraid of being heard.
Stéphane said, slowly:
"They must not see me standing up. I will go back to my place. You must fasten me again as best you can."