Courfeyrac reappears at this point, empty-handed and woebegone about it.

'I have asked everyone in the place. If there's a key, no one knows they have it.'

There is no bartender in sight, otherwise he would have asked them of course. As it is, he helps himself to more wine and regards the spy skeptically.

'There is nothing for it, he'll have to come upstairs. I could offer my room, but perhaps those who are cuffed should make the choice?'

They're the ones inconvenienced here. Besides, they all visit each other enough that it hardly matters where they end up.