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gave a grunt of satisfaction and declared 〃Now I am at ease！〃
〃Well； … do you believe that the poor dear young lady was shut up
when she was being murdered … when she cried out for help？〃 wailed
Daddy Jacques。
〃Yes；〃 said the young reporter； drying his forehead； 〃The Yellow
Room was as tightly shut as an iron safe。〃
〃That；〃 I said； 〃is why this mystery is the most surprising I know。
Edgar Allan Poe； in 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue；' invented
nothing like it。 The place of that crime was sufficiently closed
to prevent the escape of a man； but there was that window through
which the monkey； the perpetrator of the murder； could slip away！
But here； there can be no question of an opening of any sort。 The
door was fastened； and through the window blinds； secure as they
were； not even a fly could enter or get out。〃
〃True； true；〃 assented Rouletabille as he kept on drying his
forehead； which seemed to be perspiring less from his recent bodily
exertion than from his mental agitation。 〃Indeed； it's a great； a
beautiful； and a very curious mystery。〃
〃The Bete du bon Dieu；〃 muttered Daddy Jacques； 〃the Bete du bon
Dieu herself； if she had committed the crime； could not have escaped。
Listen！ Do you hear it？ Hush！〃
Daddy Jacques made us a sign to keep quiet and； stretching his arm
towards the wail nearest the forest； listened to something which we
could not hear。
〃It's answering；〃 he said at length。 〃I must kill it。 It is too
wicked； but it's the Bete du bon Dieu； and； every night； it goes to
pray on the tomb of Sainte…Genevieve and nobody dares to touch her；
for fear that Mother Angenoux should cast an evil spell on them。〃
〃How big is the Bete du bon Dieu？〃
〃Nearly as big as a small retriever； … a monster； I tell you。 Ah！
… I have asked myself more than once whether it was not her that
took our poor Mademoiselle by the throat with her claws。 But the
Bete du bon Dieu does not wear hobnailed boots； nor fire revolvers；
nor has she a hand like that！〃 exclaimed Daddy Jacques； again
pointing out to us the red mark on the wall。 〃Besides； we should
have seen her as well as we would have seen a man …〃
〃Evidently；〃 I said。 〃Before we had seen this Yellow Room； I had
also asked myself whether the cat of Mother Angenoux …〃
〃You also！〃 cried Rouletabille。
〃Didn't you？〃 I asked。
〃Not for a moment。 After reading the article in the 'Matin；' I knew
that a cat had nothing to do with the matter。 But I swear now that
a frightful tragedy has been enacted here。 You say nothing about
the Basque cap； or the handkerchief； found here； Daddy Jacques？〃
〃Of course； the magistrate has taken them；〃 the old man answered；
hesitatingly。
〃I haven't seen either the handkerchief or the cap； yet I can tell
you how they are made；〃 the reporter said to him gravely。
〃Oh； you are very clever；〃 said Daddy Jacques； coughing and
embarrassed。
〃The handkerchief is a large one； blue with red stripes and the cap
is an old Basque cap； like the one you are wearing now。〃
〃You are a wizard！〃 said Daddy Jacques； trying to laugh and not
quite succeeding。 〃How do you know that the handkerchief is blue
with red stripes？〃
〃Because； if it had not been blue with red stripes； it would not
have been found at all。〃
Without giving any further attention to Daddy Jacques； my friend
took a piece of paper from his pocket； and taking out a pair of
scissors； bent over the footprints。 Placing the paper over one
of them he began to cut。 In a short time he had made a perfect
pattern which he handed to me； begging me not to lose it。
He then returned to the window and； pointing to the figure of
Frederic Larsan； who had not quitted the side of the lake； asked
Daddy Jacques whether the detective had； like himself； been working
in The Yellow Room？
〃No；〃 replied Robert Darzac； who； since Rouletabille had handed
him the piece of scorched paper； had not uttered a word； 〃He pretends
that he does not need to examine The Yellow Room。 He says that the
murderer made his escape from it in quite a natural way； and that
he will； this evening； explain how he did it。〃
As he listened to what Monsieur Darzac had to say； Rouletabille
turned pale。
〃Has Frederic Larsan found out the truth； which I can only guess
at？〃 he murmured。 〃He is very clever … very clever … and I admire
him。 But what we have to do to…day is something more than the work
of a policeman； something quite different from the teachings of
experience。 We have to take hold of our reason by the right end。〃
The reporter rushed into the open air； agitated by the thought that
the great and famous Fred might anticipate him in the solution of
the problem of The Yellow Room。
I managed to reach him on the threshold of the pavilion。 〃Calm
yourself； my dear fellow；〃 I said。 〃Aren't you satisfied？〃
〃Yes；〃 he confessed to me； with a deep sigh。 〃I am quite satisfied。
I have discovered many things。〃
〃Moral or material？〃
〃Several moral； … one material。 This； for example。〃
And rapidly he drew from his waistcoat pocket a piece of paper in
which he had placed a light…coloured hair from a woman's head。
CHAPTER VIII
The Examining Magistrate Questions Mademoiselle Stangerson
Two minutes later； as Rouletabille was bending over the footprints
discovered in the park； under the window of the vestibule； a man；
evidently a servant at the chateau； came towards us rapidly and
called out to Monsieur Darzac then coming out of the pavilion：
〃Monsieur Robert； the magistrate； you know； is questioning
Mademoiselle。〃
Monsieur Darzac uttered a muttered excuse to us and set off running
towards the chateau； the man running after him。
〃If the corpse can speak；〃 I said； 〃it would be interesting to be
there。〃
〃We must know；〃 said my friend。 〃Let's go to the chateau。〃 And he
drew me with him。 But； at the chateau； a gendarme placed in the
vestibule denied us admission up the staircase of the first floor。
We were obliged to wait down stairs。
This is what passed in the chamber of the victim while we were
waiting below。
The family doctor； finding that Mademoiselle Stangerson was much
better； but fearing a relapse which would no longer permit of her
being questioned； had thought it his duty to inform the examining
magistrate of this； who decided to proceed immediately with a brief
examination。 At this examination； the Registrar； Monsieur
Stangerson； and the doctor were present。 Later； I obtained the text
of the report of the examination； and I give it here； in all its
legal dryness：
〃Question。 Are you able； mademoiselle； without too much fatiguing
yourself； to give some necessary details of the frightful attack of
which you have been the victim？
〃Answer。 I feel much better； monsieur； and I will tell you all I
know。 When I entered my chamber I did not notice anything unusual
there。
〃Q。 Excuse me； mademoiselle； … if you will allow me； I will ask you
some questions and you will answer them。 That will fatigue you less
than making a long recital。
〃A。 Do so； monsieur。
〃Q。 What did you do on that day？ … I want you to be as minute and
precise as possible。 I wish to kno