"Come on with you! Hurry there!"
Fandor, followed by the costermonger, was pushed towards a little open door in the grey wall which led into a kind of office, where an old frowning man was already looking through the papers, which had been respectfully handed to him by a warder.
"So you have brought only two of the birds?" remarked the frowning official.
"Yes, superintendent."
"Good, that will do!..."
Turning to the warders, the frowning little superintendent ordered: "Take them away!... Cell 14.... Useless to rouse the whole place!"
Once more the warders pushed Fandor before them, as well as the poor costermonger: they were driven into a dark corridor on to which a row of cells opened.
The head warder opened a door.
"In with you, my merry men! You will be put through your paces to-morrow!"
As the door fell to with a resounding clang, Jérôme had inspected the place by the light of a lantern.