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By GASTON LEROUX tfc
CHAPTER XI.
In V,"hich Frederic Larisn Explains
How the Murderer Was Able to
Get Out of the Yellow Room.
m . I MONO the mass of papers, le
A I pit documents, memoir and
t I extracts from newspapers
1 which I hnre collected relat
ing to the mystery of the yellow room
there Is one very Interesting piece. It
Is n detail of the famous examination
which took place that afternoon tn the
laboratory of Professor Btangerson be
fore the chief of police. This narra
tive is from the pen of M. Malclne, the
registrar, who, like the examining
magistrate, had spent some of his
leisure time In the pursuit of litera
ture. TOE REGISTRAR'S NARRATIVE.
The examining mnglstrate and I,
Bays M. Maleine, found ourselves In
the yellow room In the company of the
builder who had constructed the pavil
ion after Professor Stangerson's de
signs. He had a workman with him.
II. de Marquet had had the walls laid
entirely bare that is to say, he had
had them stripped of the paper which
had decorated them. Blows with a
pick here and there satisfied us of the
nonexistence of any sort of opening.
The floor and the celling were thor
oughly sounded. We found nothing.
There was nothing to be found. M. de
Marquet appeared to be delighted and
never ceased repeating:
"What a case! What a case! We
shall never know, you'll see, bow the
murderer was able to get out of this
room!"
Then suddenly, with a radiant face,
he cal'.ed to the officer in charge of the
gendarmes.
"Go to the chateau," he said, "and
request M. Stangerson and M. Robert
Darzac to come to me in the labora
tory, also Daddy Jacques, and let your
men bring here the two concierges."
Five minutes later all were assem
bled In the laboratory. The chief of
police, who had arrived at the dan
dier, joined us at that moment. I, was
seated at M. Stangerson's desk ready
for work when M. de Marquet made us
the following little speech, as original
as It was unexpected:
"With your permission, gentlemen,
as examinations lead to nothing, we
will for once abandon the old system
of Interrogation. I will not have you
brought before me one by one, but we
will all remain here as we are M.
Btangerson, M. Robert Darzac, Daddy
Jacques and the two concierges, the
chief of police, the registrar and my
self. We shall all be on the same foot
ing. The concierges may for the mo
ment forget that they have been ar
rested. We are going to confer togeth
er. We are on the spot where the crime
was committed. We have nothing else
to discuss but the crime. So let us dis
cuss it freely, intelligently or other
wise, so long as we speak just what is
in our minds. There need be no formal
ity or method, since this won't help us
in any way."
Then, passing before me, he said in
a low voice:
"What do you think of that, eh?
What a scene! Could you have thought
of that? I'll make a little piece out
of It for the vaudeville." And he rub
bed his hands with glee.
I turned my eyes on M. Stangerson,
The hope he hod received from the
doctor's latest reports, who had stated
that Mile. Stangerson might recover
from her wounds, had not been able
to efface from hla noble features the
marks of the great sorrow that was
upon him. He had believed his daugh
ter to be dead, and he was still bro
ken by that belief. His clear, soft blue
eyes expressed Infinite sorrow.
"Now, ji. Stangerson," said M. de
Marquet, with someyiat of an impor
tant air, "place yourself exactly where
you were when Mile. Stangerson left
you to go to her chamber."
M. Stangerson rose and, standing at
a certain distance from the door of the
yellow room. snld in an even voice and
without the least trace of emphasis, a
voice which I can only describe as a
dead voice:
"I was here. About 11 o'clock, after
I had made a brief chemical experi
ment at the furnaces of the labora
tory, needing all the space behind me,
I had my desk moved here by Daddy
Jacques, who spent the evening in
cleaning some of my apparatus. My
unugnter had been working at the
same desk with me. When it was her
time to leave she rose, kissed me and
bade Daddy Jacques good night She
had to pass behind my desk and .he
door to enter her chamber, and she
could do this only with some dlfflcul
t.y that is to say, I was very near the
Place where the crime occurred later."
"And the desk?" I asked, obeying, in
thus mixing myself in the conversa
tion, the express orders of my chief.
As soon as you heard the cry of Mur
flerr followed by the revolver shots,
what became of the desk?"
Daddy Jacques answered.
'We pushed it back against the wall
ne. close to where it Is at the present
moment, so as to be able to get at the
or at once."
teli ollowed UP my reasoning, to
ffMch however attached but little
Importance, regarding ft as " only a
weak hypothesis, with another ques
tion. "Might not a man in the room, the
desk being so near to the door, by
stooping and slipping under the desk
have left it unobserved?"
"You are forgetting." interrupted M.
Stangerson wearily, "that my daughter
had locked and bolted the door, that
the door had remained fastened, that
we vainly tried to force it open when
we heard the noise and that we were
at the door while the struggle between
the murderer and my poor child was
going on immediately after we heard
her stifled cries."
I rose from my seat and once more
examined the door with the greatest
care. Then I returned to my place,
with a despairing gesture.
"If the lower panel of the door," I
said, "could be removed without the
whole door being necessarily open the
problem would be solved. But unfortu
nately that last hypothesis is untena
ble after an examination of the door.
It's of oak, solid and massive. You
can see that quite plainly in spite of
the injury done in the attempt to
burst it open."
"Ah." cried Daddy Jacques, "it Is
an old find solid door that was brought
from the chateau. They don't make
such doors now. We had to use this
bur of iron to get it open, all four of
as, for the concierge, brave woman she
Is, helped us. It palus me to find them
both in prison now."
Daddy Jacques had no sooner ut
tered these words of pity and protesta
tion than tears and lamentations broke
out from the concierges. I never saw
two accused people crying more bit
terly. I was extremely disgusted. Even
if they were innocent, I could not un
derstand how they could behave like
that In the face of misfortune. A dig
nified bearing at such times is better
than tears and groans, which most of
ten are feigned.
"Now, then, enough of that snivel
ing," cried M. de Marquet, "and in
your Interest tell us what you were
doing under the windows of the pavil
ion at the time your mistress was be
ing attacked, for you were close to
the puvlllon when Daddy Jacques met
you."
"We were coming to help!" they
whlnud.
"If we could only lay hands on the
murderer he'd never taste bread
tiguln!" the woman gurgled between
her sobs.
As before, we were unable to get
two connecting thoughts out of them.
They persisted in their denials and
swore by heaven aud all the saints
that they were In bed when they
heard the sound of the revolver shot
"It was not one, but two shots, that
were fired. You see you are lying.
If you had heard one you would have
heard the other."
"Mou Dleu! Monsieur, It was the
Becond shot we heard. We were
sound asleep when the first shot was
fired."
"Two shots were fired," said Daddy
Jacques. "I am certain that all the
cartridges were in my revolver. We
found afterward that two had been
exploded, and we heard two shots be
hind the door. Was not that so, M.
Stangerson?"
"Yes," replied the professor, "there
were two shots oue dull and the other
sharp and ringing."
"Why do you persist in lying?" cried
M. de Marquet, turning to the con
cierges. "Do you think the police are
the fools you are? Everything points
to the fact that you were out of doors
and near the pavilion at the time of
the tragedy. What were you doing
there? So far as I am concerned," he
said, turning to M. Stangerson, "I can
only explain the escape of the mur
derer on the assumption of help from
these two accomplices. As soon as the
door was forced open and while you,
M. Stangerson, were occupied with
your unfortunate child the concierge
und his wife facilitated the flight of
the murderer, who, screening himself
behind them, reached the window in
the vestibule and sprang out of it
into the park. The concierge closed
the window after him and fastened
the blinds, which certainly could not
have closed and fastened of them
selves. That is the conclusion I have
arrived at. If any one here has any
other idea let him state it."
M. Stangerson Intervened:
"What you say was impossible. I
do not believe either in the guilt or
in the connivance of my concierges,
though I cannot understand what they
were doing in the park at that late
hour of the night. I say it was Im
possible, because Mme. Bernler held
the lamp and did not move from the
threshold of the room, because I as
soon as the door was forced open
threw myself on my knees beside my
daughter, and no one could have left
or entered the room by the door with
out passing over her body and forc
ing his way by me! Daddy Jacques
and the concierge had but to cast a
glance around the chamber and under
the bed, as I bad done on entering, to
see that there was nobody in It but
uy daughter lying on the floor.'"
"What do you think, M. Darzac ?'
asked the magistrate.
M. Darzac replied that he had no
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"M. Dax. the chief of police, who so
far had been listening and examining
the room, at length deigned to open
his lips:
"While search is being made for the
criminal we had better try to End out
the motive for the crime. That will
advance us a little," he said. Turning
toward M. Stangerson, he continued
In the even, intelligent tone indicative
of a strong character, "I understand
that mademoiselle was shortly to have
been married?"
The professor looked sadly at M.
Robert Darzac.
"With my friend here, whom I
should have been happy to call my son
-with M. Robert Darzac."
"Mile. Stangerson Is much better
and is rapidly recovering from her
wounds. The marriage is simply de
layed, is it not, monsieur?" Insisted
the chief of police.
"I hope so."
"What! Is there any doubt about
that?"
M. Stangerson did not answer. M
Robert Darzac seemed agitated. I saw
that his hand trembled as it fingered
Vis watch chain. M. Dax coughed, as
did M. de Marquet Both were evi
dently embarrassed.
"You understand. M. Stangerson," he
said, "that in an affair so perplexing as
this we cannot neglect anything. We
must know all, even the smallest and
seemingly most futile thing concern
ing the victim, information apparently
the most insignificant Why do you
doubt that this marriage will take
place? You expressed a hope, but the
hope implies a doubt. Why do you
doubt r
M. Stangerson made a visible effort
to recover himself.
"Yes, monsieur," he said at length.
"You are right. It will be best that
you should know something which if 1
concealed it might appear to be of im
portance. M. Darzac agrees with me
In this."
M. Darzac, whose pallor at that mo
ment seemed to me to be altogether
abnormal, made a sign of assent I
gathered he was unable to speuk.
"I want you to know, then," contin
ued M. Stangerson, "that my daughter
has sworn never to leave me and ad
heres firmly to her oath in spite of all
my prayers and all that I have argued
to Induce her to marry. We have
known M. Robert Darzac many years.
He loves my child, and I believed that
she loved him, because she only re
cently consented to this marriage,
which I desire with all my heart. I
am an old man, monsieur, and It was
a happy hour to me when I knew that
after I bad gone she would have at
her side one who loved her and who
would help her in continuing our com
mon labors. I love pnd esteem M.
Darzac both for his greatness of heart
and for his devotion to science. But
two days before the tragedy, for I
know not what reason, my daughter
declared to me that she would never
marry M. Darzac."
A dead silence followed M. Stanger
sqn's words. It was a moment fraught
with suspense.
"Did mademoiselle give you any ex
planationdid she tell you what her
motive was?" asked M. Dax.
"She told me she was too old to mar
ry; that she had waited too long. She
said she had given much thought to
the matter, and while she had a great
esteem, even affection, for M. Darzac
she felt it would be better If things
remained as they were."
"That is very strange," muttered M.
Dax.
"Strange!" repeated M. de Marquet.
"You'll certainly not find the mo
tive there, M. Dax," M. Stangerson
said, with a cold smile.
"In any case, the motive was not
theft" said the chief impatiently.
"Oh, we are quite convinced of
that!" exclaimed the examining magis
trate. At that moment the door of the lab
oratory, opened, and the officer in
charge of the gendarmes entered and
handed a card to the examining magis
trate. M. de Marquet read it and ut
tered a half angry exclamation.
"This is really too much!" he cried.
"What is It?" asked the chief.
"It's the card of a young reporter
engaged on the Epoque, a M. Joseph
Rouletabille. It has these words writ
ten on it, "One of the motives of the
crime was robbery."
The chief smiled.
"Ah, young Rouletabille! I've heard
of him. He is considered rather clev
er. Let him come In." ,
M. Joseph Rouletabille entered the
laboratory, bowed to us and waited
for M. de Marquet to ask him to ex
plain his presence.
"You pretend, monsieur, that you
know the motive for the crime and
that that motive in the face of all
the evidence that has been forthcom
ingwas robbery?"
"No, monsieur; I do not pretend that
I do not say that robbery was the mo
tive for the crime, and I don't believe
it was."
"Then what is the meaning of this
card?"
"It means that robbery was one of
the motives for the crime."
"What leads you to think that?"
"If you will be good enough to ac
company me I will show you."
The young man asked us to follow
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him Into the" vestibule, and we did. ne
led us toward the lavatory and begged
M. de Marquet to kneel beside him.
This lavatory Is lit by the glass door,
and when the door was open the light
which penetrated was sufficient to
light it perfectly. M. de Marquet and
M. Joseph Rouletabille knelt down on
the threshold, and the young man
pointed to a spot on the pavement
"The stones of the lavatory have not
been washed by Daddy Jacques for
some time." he said. "That can be
seen by the layer of dust that covers
them. Now notice here the marks of
two large footprints and the black ash
they left where they have been. That
ash is nothing else than the charcoal
dust that covers the path along which
you must pass through the forest in
order to get directly from Epinay to
the Glandlcr. You know there is a
little village of charcoal burners at
that place who make large quantities
of charcoal. What the murderer did
was to come here at midday, when
there was nobody at the pavilion, and
attempt his robbery."
"But what robbery? Where do you
see any signs of robbery? What proves
to you that a robbery has been com
mitted?" we all cried at once.
"What put me on the trace of It,"
continued the journalist.
"Was this," Interrupted M. de Mar
quet still on his knees.
"Evidently," said Rouletabille.
And M. de Marquet explained that
there were on the dust of the pave
ment marks of two footsteps as well
as the impression, freshly made, of a
heavy rectangulur parcel, the marks
of the cord with which it had been
fastened being easily distinguished.
"You have been here, then, M. Rou
letabille? I thought I had glveu or
ders to Dnddy Jacques, who was left
In charge of the pavilion, not to allow
anybody to enter."
"Don't scold Daddy Jacques. I came
here with M. Robert Darzac."
"Ah. indeed!" exclaimed M. de Mar
quet disagreeably, casting a side
glance at M. Darzac, who remained
perfectly silent.
"When I saw the mark of the parcel
by the side of the footprints I hud no
doubt as to the robbery," replied M.
Rouletabille. "The thief had not
brought a parcel with him. He had
made one here a parcel with the
stolen objects no doubt nnd be put It
in this coiner, Intending to take It
away when the moment came for him
to make his escape. He had also
placed his heavv boots bddp the par
cel, for, see, there are no marks of
steps leading to the marks left by the
boots, which were placed side by side.
That accounts for the fact that the
' urderer left no trace of his steps
Mien he fled from the yellow room,
nor any In the laboratory, nor In the
vestibule. After entering the yellow
room In his boots be took them off,
finding thein troublesome or because
he wished to uiuke as little noise as
possible. The murks made by him lu
going through- the vestibule and the
laboratory were subsequently washed
out by Daddy Jacques. Having for
some reason or other taken off bis
boots, the murderer carried them In
his hand aud placed them by the side
of the parcel he had made. By that
time the robbery had been accomplish
ed. The man then returned to the
yellow room and slipped under the
bed, where the murk of his body Is
perfectly visible on the floor and even
on the mat, which has been slightly
moved from its place aud creased.
Fragments of straw nUo recently
torn bc.:r witness to the murderer's
movements under the bed."
"Yes. yes. We know all about that"
said M. de Marquet
"The robber hud another motive for
returning to hide under the bed," con
tinued the astonishing boy journalist
"You might think that he was trying
to hide himself quickly on seeing,
through the vestibule window, M. and
Mile. Stangersoe about to enter the
pavilion. It vould have been much
easier for him to hive climbed up to
the attic and hidden there, waiting
for an opportunity to get away. If his
purpose had been only flight No, no!
He had to be in the yellow room."
Here the chief intervened.
"That's not at all bad, young man.
I compliment you. If we do not know
yet how the murderer succeeded in
! getting away we. caa at any. rate see
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Whe of i ue newly elected senator
from Oregon, who will figure In the
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fiow he came In and committed the
robbery. But what did he steal?"
"Something very valuable," replied
the young reporter.
At that moment wp heard a cry from
the laboratory. We rushed in and
found M. Stangerson, his eyes hag
gard, his limbs trembling, pointing to
a sort of bookcase which he had open
ed and which we suw was empty. At
the same Instant he sank Into the
large armchair that was placed before
the desk and groaned, the tears rolling
down his cheeks: "I have been robbed
again! For God's sake, do not say a
word of this to my daughter! She
would be more pained than I am." He
heaved a deep sigh and added. In a
tone I shall never forget "After all.
what does it matter so long as she
lives!"
"She will live," said M. Darzac In a
voice strangely touching.
"And we will find the stolen arti
cles," said M. Dax. "But what was In
the cabinet?"
"Twenty years of my life," replied
the Illustrious professor sadly, "or,
rather, of our lives the lives of myself
and my daughter. Yes, our most pre
cious documents, the records of our
secret experiments and our .labors of
twenty years, were In that cabinet It
is an irreparable loss to us and, I ven
ture to say, to science. All the proc
esses by which I had been able to
arrive at the precious proof of the de
structiblllty of matter were there all.
The man who came wished to take all
from me my daughter and my work,
my 'heart and my soul."
And the great scientist wept like a
child.
Rouletabille entered Into explana
tions for which there wus no need as
to why he had been led to believe that
n robbery hud-been committed, which
Included the simultaneous discovery
he had mude in the lavatory and the
empty precious cabinet In the labora
tory. The first thing that had struck
him, he said, was the unusual form
of that piece of furniture. It was very
strongly built of fire proof Iron, clearly
showing that it was intended for tho
keeping ,of most valuable objects.
Then he noticed that the key had been
left in the lock. "One does not ordi
narily have a safe and leave It open!"
he had said to himself.
This little key, with Its brass head
nnd complicated wards, had strongly
attracted him Its presence had sug
gested robbery.
"You will do well, M. de Marquet, to
ask M. Stangerson who usuully kept
thut key," snld Rouletabille.
"My daughter." replied M. Stanger
son. "She wus never without it."
"Ah, then that changes the aspect of
things which no longer corresponds
with M. Uouletabllle's ideas!" cried
M. de Marquet. "If that key never
left SI lie. Stangerson the murderer
must have waited for her in her room
for the purpose of stealing it and the
robbery could not have been commit
ted until after tho attack bad been
made on her. But after the attack
four persons were In the laboratory!
I can't make It out!"
"The robbery." uaid the reporter,
"could only have been committed be
fore the attack upon Mile. Stangerson
in her room. When the murderer en
tered the pavilion he already possessed
the brass headed key."
"That Is Impossible," said M. Stan
gerson lu a low voice.
"It Is quite possible, monsieur, as
this proves."
And the young man drew a copy of
the Epoquo from his pocket dated the
21st of October (I recall the fact that
the crime wus committed on the night
between the ZitU aud 25th) and, show
ing us an advertisement, be read:
'"Yesterday a black satin reticule
was lost in the Louvre department
store. It contained, among other
things, a small key with a brass head.
A handsome reward will be given to
the person who has found it This
person must write, poste restante, bu
reau 40, to this address: M. A. T. H.
R. AY Do not these letters suggest
Mile. Stangerson?" continued the re
porter. "The 'key with a brass head,'
is not this the key? This advertise
ment Interested me specially; the wo
man of the key surrounded it with a
kind of mystery. Evidently she valued
the key since sue promised a big re
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Christina numu. evidently, I said.
Math Is Mathlldu. But 1 could m:ike
nothing of tho two last letters. So I
threw the Jmrnnl aside and occupied
myself vlth other mutters. Four days
later when the evening pnper appear
ed with enormous headline auuounc
lug the attack on Mile. Stungersnii the
letters lu the advertUonie.it mechan
ically recurred to me. I h"d forgoiten
the two last letters, 8. N. When I
saw them again I could not help ex
claiming, 'Stangerson!' I Jumped tuto
a cab and rushed Into the bureau No.
40 asking, 'Have you n letter addressed,
to M. A. T. II. 8. N.?' Tho clerk re
plied that he had not. I Insisted, beg
ged and entreated him to search. He
wanted to know If I were pluylug a
joke, on him and then told me that he
bad had a letter with the InltlnU M. A.
T. II. S. N but he had given It up
three days ago to a lady who cumn for
It 'You come today to claim the let
ter, and the day before yesterday an
other gentleman claimed It. I've hntt
enough of this,' he concluded angrily.
I tried to question hlin nn to the two
persons who had already claimed the
letter, but whether he wished to en
trench hlmBelf behind professional se
crecybe may have thought that he
bad already said too much or whether
he was disgusted at the joke that hnd
been played on hi in he would not an
swer any of my questions."
"Then It Is almost certain," said M.
Stangerson, "that my daughter did
lose the key. and that she did not tell
me of It, wishing to spare any anxiety,
and that she begged ' whoever hud
found It to write to the poste restante.
She evidently feared that, by giving
our address. Inquiries would have re
sulted that would have apprised me
of the loss of the key. It was quite
logical, quite natural, for her to have
taken tbut course for I have been
robbed once before."
"Where was that and when?" asked
the police chief.
"Ob, many years ago, In America, In
Philadelphia. There were stolen from
my laboratory the drawings of two In
ventions that might have made the
fortune of a man. Not only have I
never learned who the thief was, but I
have never beard even a word of the
object of the robbery, doubtless be
cause In order to defeat the plans of
the person who bad robbed me I my
self brought these two inventions be
fore the public and so rendered the
robbery of no avail. From that time
on I have beeu very careful to shut
myself In when I am at work. The
ba:'3 to these windows, the lonely situ
ation of this pavilion, this cabinet,
v blch I had specially constructed, this
special lock, this unique key, all are
precautions agulnBt fears inspired by
a sud experience."
"Most interesting!" remarked M.
Dax.
M. Rouletabille asked about the reti
cule. Neither M. Stangerson nor Dad
dy Jucques IimiI Been It for several
days, bJt u few hours later we learned
from Mllu. Stuiigerson herself that the
reticule bad either been stolen from
her or she hud lost It. She further
corroborated all that had passed Just
as her father bad stated. She bad
gone to the poste restante and. on the
23d of October, had received a letter
which, she affirmed, coutalned nothing
but a vulgar pleasunwy, which she
had Immediately burned.
to bk CONTINUED. J
Chamberlain's Cough Remedy t le
Most Popular Because It
Is the Best
"I 'iave sold Chamberlain s c i?b
': for the past eight ye 4. s ..
fi'id U to be one of the bos i
i: ne .1 lnes 1 1 the mar
l ?s and young chlldre i tha Is
jot l Ing better In the 'lie o gh
sayn Paul Ailon, Phil. D.ial
i K. .i. This remedy not oily c ias
ithe coughs, colds and croup so cm
roon among young children, but Is
pleasant and safe for them to take.
For sale by Buraaugh & Mayfleld.
! Ruberoid roofing, 1 ply and 8 ply,
foi gi.ij by 8. D.. Kekner.
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