She looked at it with sparkling eyes.  Again the spirit of adventure was high within her.

“It seems to be undamaged,” she said.  “Perhaps we’ll find someone there.”

John shook his head.

“No, Miss Julie,” he said, “I’m convinced that it’s silent and alone.  You’ll observe that no smoke is rising from any of its chimneys, and every window that we can see is dark.”

“What do you say, Antoine, and you Suzanne?” asked Julie.

“It is evident, since the inn has no other guests, that we have been sent here by the Supreme Power, for what purpose I know not,” replied Suzanne, devoutly.

“Then there is no need to delay longer,” said John, and, leading the way up the pebbled walk, he pushed open the central door.

CHAPTER IV

THE HOTEL AT CHASTEL

John was fast finding that in a crowded country like Europe, suddenly ravaged by war, nothing was more common than abandoned houses.  People were continually fleeing at a moment’s warning.  He had already made use of two or three, at a time when they were needed most, and here was another awaiting him.  Before he pushed open the door he had already read above it, despite the incrustations of snow, the sign, “Hotel de l’Europe,” and he felt intuitively that they were coming into good quarters.  He was so confident of it that his cheerful mood deepened, turned in fact into joyousness.

As he held open the door he took off his cap, bowed low and said: 

“Enter my humble hotel, Madame la Princesse.  Our guests are all too few now, but I promise you, Your Highness, that you and your entourage shall have the best the house affords.  Behold, the orchestra began the moment you entered!”

As he spoke the deep thunder of guns came from invisible points along the long battle-line.  The firing of the cannon was far away but the jarring of the air was distinct in Chastel, and the windows of the hotel shook in their frames.  John and Julie had become so used to it that it merely heightened their fantastic mood.

“Yours is, in truth, a most welcome hotel,” she said, “and I see that we shall not be annoyed by other guests.”

She shook the snow from her hood and cloak and entered, and Picard and Suzanne, also divesting themselves of snow coverings, followed her.  Then John too went in, and once more closed a door between them and the storm.  He noticed that the great Antoine gave him a glance of strong approval, and even the somber Suzanne seemed to be thawing.

John was sorry that the European hotels did not have a big lobby after the American fashion.  It would have given them a welcome now, but all was as usual in the Hotel de l’Europe, Chastel.  There was the small office for the cashier, and the smaller one for the bookkeeper.  Near them was the bureau and upon it lay an open register.  Through an open door beyond, the smoking-room was visible, and from where he stood John could see French and English illustrated weeklies lying upon the tables.  Nothing had been taken, nothing was in disorder, the hotel was complete, save that it was as bare as Crusoe’s deserted island.  But John did not feel any loneliness.  Julie and the two Picards were with him, and the aspect of the Hotel de l’Europe changed all at once.