And this was the reply of the exchange. The police were hurrying to the
spot. And Lupin remembered the sounds which he had heard from the garden,
four or five minutes earlier, at most:

"The police! Take to your heels!" he shouted, darting across the dining
room.

"What about Vaucheray?" asked Gilbert.

"Sorry, can't be helped!"

But Vaucheray, waking from his torpor, entreated him as he passed:

"Governor, you wouldn't leave me like this!"

Lupin stopped, in spite of the danger, and was lifting the wounded man,
with Gilbert's assistance, when a loud din arose outside:

"Too late!" he said.

At that moment, blows shook the hall-door at the back of the house. He
ran to the front steps: a number of men had already turned the corner
of the house at a rush. He might have managed to keep ahead of them,
with Gilbert, and reach the waterside. But what chance was there of
embarking and escaping under the enemy's fire?

He locked and bolted the door.

"We are surrounded... and done for," spluttered Gilbert.