They had passed the big villas.

On the bank the gardens of houses--narrow, long gardens of a street of small houses--reached down to the lake, and to almost each garden there was a rickety landing-stage of wood projecting into the lake.

Again Lemerre gave a signal, and the boat's speed was so much reduced that not a sound of its coming could be heard.

It moved over the water like a shadow, with not so much as a curl of white at its bows.
Lemerre touched Hanaud on the shoulder and pointed to a house in a row of houses.

All the windows except two upon the second floor and one upon the ground floor were in absolute darkness, and over those upper two the wooden shutters were closed.