The Man and His Kingdom by E. Phillips Oppenheim

All night long San Martina was in a state of suppressed uproar. Dene, when he returned to the hotel, found it packed with people, and the very walls of the place shook with the mingled clamour of revelry and excited speeches. The hall was blocked with men shouting their orders; they were sitting upon the banister, overturned cases, even upon the stairs to the topmost flight. The waiters, sworn at and threatened whenever they appeared with their trays upon their heads, were making only feeble efforts to cope with this invasion. Dene, who had just returned from the Presidency, stood for a moment looking upon the scene in wonderment Then, realising the impossibility of reaching his room, and the further impossibility of sleep if ever he should reach it, he stepped back again into the street almost unnoticed.

The hotel had become for the moment the headquarters of the malcontents, and outside, the crowd in the Place was thinning fast Dene lit his pipe and strolled aimlessly along. Then a breath of sea air and a vision of twinkling lights set in a black gulf directed his footsteps. He turned to the left and climbed the hill of San Martina, on the top of which stood the fort and prison.