“Ah! you have another guest?”
“Yes, a young man who arrived this evening.”
“These are his clothes, no doubt, drying by the fire?”
“Yes, he was very wet.”
“Then he is sleeping, perhaps. We must not make a noise.”
“Yes, he was very tired. He went to bed early, directly after supper. That makes me think.... Do the messieurs want anything to eat?”
“No, we have supped. We are tired, however. We would sleep. What rooms have you?”
“There are three upstairs, but the young gentleman has the middle one. I can give you gentlemen the others.”
“Good. You will take one, Castelli; I the other. The two men can sleep here by the fire. Now, patron, if you have some good brandy, a drop might not be amiss.”
Hugh had heard enough. He crept back hastily, locking his door. He must escape from this house, and quickly. He began to dress in the clothes Pascal had given him. With a groan he remembered that he had left his revolver in the pocket of his coat. Too bad, that!