We were in the "off-turning" gallery.
Rouletabille made another sign to me which I understood to mean that I was to take up my post in the dark closet.
When I was some distance from him, he rejoined me and embraced me; and then I saw him, with the same precaution, return to his room.

Astonished by his embrace, and somewhat disquieted by it, I arrived at the right gallery without difficulty, crossing the landing-place, and reaching the dark closet.
Before entering it I examined the curtain-cord of the window and found that I had only to release it from its fastening with my fingers for the curtain to fall by its own weight and hide the square of light from Rouletabille--the signal agreed upon.

The sound of a footstep made me halt before Arthur Rance's door.

He was not yet in bed, then! How was it that, being in the chateau, he had not dined with Monsieur Stangerson and his daughter?
I had not seen him at table with them, at the moment when we looked in.
I retired into the dark closet.

I found myself perfectly situated.