He closed the gate, touched the handle and the lift commenced to ascend.
"What's the matter with you all here ?" Hunterleys demanded, irritably.
"Is there anything wrong with my appearance?
Has anything happened ?" The man made a gesture but said absolutely nothing.

The lift had stopped.

He pushed open the door.
"Monsieur's floor," he faltered.
Hunterleys stepped out and made his way towards his room.

Arrived there, he was brought to a sudden standstill.

A gendarme was stationed outside.
"What the mischief are you doing here ?" Hunterleys demanded.
The man saluted.
"By orders of the Director of Police, monsieur." "But that is my room," Hunterleys protested.