"What good does that do us?" grumbled another.
"I played there as a youngster; but what of that?"
"It does not seem different. How curious!"
"Where are we going?"
"To the Porte-Libre."
"I was there in Prairial."
"What's it like?"
"The same as the rest."
The whispered comments ceased as the prison loomed over them. The carts ground on the cobblestones, passing the gate. From somewhere among them a sigh was heard. A voice said, with a low laugh:
"Here's the inn. All down!"