The door of it folded back over the little window, completely hiding it.
Turning on his heel, with an agility which was quite startling in one so stout, he found Colville's colourless face two feet from his own.
In fact, Colville almost stumbled against him.

For a moment they looked each other in the eyes in silence.

With his right hand, John Turner held the cupboard-door over the window.
"I have the money here," he said, "in this cupboard." And as he spoke, a hollow rumble, echoing in the court-yard, marked the exit of a carriage under the archway into the Rue Lafayette.

There had been only one carriage in attendance in the court-yard--that in which Colville had left Barebone.
"Here, in this cupboard," repeated Turner to unheeding ears.

For Dormer Colville was already hurrying across the room toward the other window that looked out into the Rue Lafayette.