he other two guards roughly twisted Andre''s arms behind his back, binding his body with ropes. Her lover surrendered without a trace of resistance, his expression indifferent, as he was escorted out of the grand building of H?tel de Ville.
As the soldier with the mustache departed, he glanced down at the lifeless body of Philippe on the ground, then kicked his head disdainfully with the tip of his boot, sneering, "Hmph, Quenet''s lapdog!"