"Guards!" shouted Dumoulin. "Take this man back to his cell! Be sharp about it!... Double his guard!"
Fandor was not allowed time to protest: he was marched off at the double.
Juve tried to get in a word of explanation.
"I assure you, Commandant, it is certainly Jérôme Fandor you are deal——"
"You!" yelled the commandant. "Get out! Foot it!... Leave me in peace, can't you!... Out with you, or I'll know the reason why!... Begone!"...
Dumoulin was apoplectic with rage.