As he stepped in from
the hallway, Armand switched his flashlight back on. He swung the beam around the dusty, dank interior. This was the place he remembered. Javert and Trevelyan had seemed disappointed in it, but Armand was pleased because he thought that Citan would like it very much. He moved away from the door so Citan could get inside. Armand realized they were the first visitors for the night.