CHAPTER XXIII. THE OVERWHELMING ODDS 

At half-past ten that same evening, Blakeney, still clad in a workman's tattered clothes, his feet bare so that he could tread the streets unheard, turned into the Rue de la Croix Blanche. 

The porte-cochere of the house where Armand lodged had been left on the latch; not a soul was in sight. Peering cautiously round, he slipped into the house. On the ledge of the window, immediately on his left when he entered, a candle was left burning, and beside it there was a scrap of paper with the initials S. P. roughly traced in pencil. No one challenged him as he noiselessly glided past it, and up the narrow stairs that led to the upper floor. Here, too, on the second landing the door on the right had been left on the latch. He pushed it open and entered. 

As is usual even in the meanest lodgings in Paris houses, a small antechamber gave between the front door and the main room. When Percy entered the antechamber was unlighted, but the door into the inner room beyond was ajar. Blakeney approached it with noiseless tread, and gently pushed it open. 

That very instant he knew that the game was up; he heard the footsteps closing up behind him, saw Armand, deathly pale, leaning against the wall in the room in front of him, and Chauvelin and Heron standing guard over him. 

The next moment the room and the antechamber were literally alive with soldiers--twenty of them to arrest one man. 
Was is 5 pm in the story?
What time was it?
Who had no shoes on?
Why?
Was he all dressed up nice?
What was he wearing?
What did he do before slipping into the home?
What did he suddenly see?
yeah What did he suddenly see after going inside?
Was it lit?
how many police  came there to take him away?
what was lying next to the lit wax thing?
how was the name written on the paper?
Was it nicely done?
Then how was it done?
no
At half-past ten
half-past ten
half-past ten
Blakeney
Blakeney, still clad in a workman's tattered clothes, his feet bare
so that he could tread the streets unheard
 his feet bare so that he could tread the streets unheard
no
clad in a workman's tattered clothes
workman's clothes
clad in a workman's tattered clothes
Peering cautiously round
Peering cautiously round
Armand
That very instant he knew that the game was up; he heard the footsteps closing up behind him, saw Armand
a candle
 on his left when he entered, a candle was left burning,
yes
andle was left burning
twenty
with soldiers--twenty of them to arrest one man
yes
andle was left burning, and beside it there was a scrap of paper
traced in pencil.
initials S. P. roughly traced in pencil.
no
roughly traced
roughly
 roughly traced