Monsieur Havard put the key in the lock of the front door.
"Don't you think, Fandor, it gives one a queer feeling to enter a house where an unaccountable crime has been committed?" The key grated in the lock, and Monsieur Havard added:
"In spite of oneself, there is the feeling that some terrifying spectre is lurking within!"
"Or a ghost!" said Fandor.
And as the door was unlocked and opened, our journalist asked:
"Where shall we start this domiciliary visit?"
"Let us begin with the studio," replied Monsieur Havard, mounting to the first story.
No sooner had they entered the room, than a double cry escaped from the two men.
"Oh!..."
"Great Heaven!..."