"Take that turning."
He turned to the right and then to the left. We turned into a labyrinth of streets.
Suddenly I heard a shot.
The driver asked me,—
"Which way are we to go, sir?"
"In the direction in which you hear the shots."
We were in a narrow street; on my left I saw the inscription above a door, "Grand Lavoir," and on my right a square with a central building, which looked like a market. The square and the street were deserted. I asked the driver,—
"What street are we in?"
"In the Rue de Cotte."
"Where is the Café Roysin?"