He was shocked.

Was she mad or playing an amazingly improper joke?
She had freed him from a cell to lead him to the home of the Inspector of Police, the deadliest enemy the world now held for him.

He stopped, and Marette Radisson tugged at his hand, pulling him after her, insisting that he follow.

She was clutching his thumb as though she thought he might attempt to escape.
"It is safe, M'sieu Jeems," she cried.

"Don't be afraid!" M'sieu Jeems! And the laughing note of mockery in her voice! He rallied himself and followed her up the three steps to the door.