It was a police affair." "Has any one been in this room since ?" "No, Herr; the key has been in my pocket." "Where is the porter who brought me here ?" "He was not a porter; he was with the police." Maurice passed up the stairs.

He found the room in disorder, but a disorder rather familiar to his eyes.

He had been the cause of most of it.

Here was where he broke the baron's arm and thumped three others on the head.

It had been a good fight.