His face rose completely over the sill.

He stared into the room without care or apprehension, and then dropped again out of the reach of the light.

He turned to Hanaud.
"The room is empty," he whispered.

Hanaud turned to Ricardo.
"Pass under the sill, or the light from the window will throw your shadow upon the lawn." The party came to the back door of the house.

Lemerre tried the handle of the door, and to his surprise it yielded.