At the same moment, M. de Villefort's voice was heard shouting from his study: "What's the matter?"

Morrel exchanged glances with Noirtier, who had recovered his composure and, with a glance, pointed him towards the closet in which he had already concealed himself on a similar previous occasion. He just had time to pick up his hat and jump inside, panting for breath. The crown prosecutor's footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

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