It was come to the crisis now, and I rushed down the steps and flung myself against the door.

Bersonin had unbolted it and it gave way before me.

The Belgian stood there sword in hand, and Detchard was sitting on a couch at the side of the room.

In astonishment at seeing me, Bersonin recoiled; Detchard jumped to his sword.

I rushed madly at the Belgian: he gave way before me, and I drove him up against the wall.