But not so with the one that stood at right angles to it on the left.

Full in the centre of that, I beheld distinctly scrawled, probably with the very piece of chalk I then held, a red cross precisely similar in outline to the one I had seen a few days before on the panel of the Schoenmakers' door at Granby.
The discovery sent a thrill over me that almost raised my hair on end.
Was, then, this famous trio to be found in the very house in which I had been myself living for a week or more?
over my head in fact?
I could not withdraw my gaze from the mysterious looking object.

I bent near, I listened, I heard what sounded like the suppressed snore of a powerful man, and almost had to lay hold of myself to prevent my hand from pushing open that closed door and my feet from entering.

As it was I did finger the knob a little, but an extra loud snore from within reminded me by its suggestion of strength that I was but a small man and that in this case and at this hour, discretion was the better part of valor.
I therefore withdrew, but for the whole night lay awake listening to catch any sounds that might come from above, and going so far as to plan what I would do if it should be proved that I was indeed upon the trail of the men I was so anxious to encounter.
With the breaking of day I was upon my feet.

A rude step had gone up the stairs a few minutes before and I was all alert to follow.