Raoul recalled his attention to it.

"Monsieur," said he, "you do not hurry your tenant, and the condemned will soon be here.

There will then be such a press we shall not be able to get out." "You are right," said the musketeer; "_Hola!_ oh! somebody there! _Mordioux!_" But it was in vain he cried and knocked upon the wreck of the old table, which fell to pieces beneath his fist; nobody came.
D'Artagnan was preparing to go and seek the _cabaretier_ himself, to force him to a definite explanation, when the door of the court in which he was with Raoul, a door which communicated with the garden situated at the back, opened, and a man dressed as a cavalier, with his sword in the sheath, but not at his belt, crossed the court without closing the door; and having cast an oblique glance at D'Artagnan and his companion, directed his course towards the _cabaret_ itself, looking about in all directions with his eyes capable of piercing walls of consciences.
"Humph!" said D'Artagnan, "my tenants are communicating.

That, no doubt, now, is some amateur in hanging matters." At the same moment the cries and disturbance in the upper chambers ceased.

Silence, under such circumstances, surprises more than a twofold increase of noise.
D'Artagnan wished to see what was the cause of this sudden silence.