hair　in　bands。　　But　then；　how　could　　I　have　imagined　otherwise　when
  I　had　not　been　in　The　Yellow　Room！
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  *When　I　wrote　these　lines；　Joseph　Rouletabille　was　eighteen　years　of
  age；梐nd　he　spoke　of　his　〃youth。〃　　I　have　kept　the　text　of　my　friend；
  but　I　inform　the　reader　here　that　the　episode　of　the　mystery　of　The
  Yellow　Room　has　no　connection　with　that　of　the　perfume　of　the　lady
  in　black。　　It　is　not　my　fault　if；　in　the　document　which　I　have　cited；
  Rouletabille　thought　fit　to　refer　to　his　childhood。
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  〃But　now；　since　the　occurrence　of　the　inexplicable　gallery；　I　did
  not　reason　at　all。　　I　stood　there；　stupid；　before　the　apparition
  …　so　pale　and　so　beautiful　…　of　Mademoiselle　Stangerson。　　She　was
  clad　in　a　dressing…gown　of　dreamy　white。　　One　might　have　taken　her
  to　be　a　ghost　…　a　lovely　phantom。　　Her　father　took　her　in　his　arms
  and　kissed　her　passionately；　as　if　he　had　recovered　her　after　being
  long　lost　to　him。　　I　dared　not　question　her。　He　drew　her　into　the
  room　and　we　followed　them；　…　for　we　had　to　know！　…　The　door　of　the
  boudoir　was　open。　　The　terrified　faces　of　the　two　nurses　craned
  towards　us。　　Mademoiselle　Stangerson　inquired　the　meaning　of　all
  the　disturbance。　　That　she　was　not　in　her　own　room　was　quite　easily
  explained　…　quite　easily。　　She　had　a　fancy　not　to　sleep　that　night
  in　her　chamber；　but　in　the　boudoir　with　her　nurses；　locking　the　door
  on　them。　　Since　the　night　of　the　crime　she　had　experienced　feelings
  of　terror；　and　fears　came　over　her　that　are　easily　to　be
  comprehended。
  〃But　who　could　imagine　that　on　that　particular　night　when　he　was
  to　come；　she　would；　by　a　mere　chance；　determine　to　shut　herself　in
  with　her　women？　　Who　would　think　that　she　would　act　contrary　to　her
  father's　wish　to　sleep　in　the　drawing…room？　　Who　could　believe　that
  the　letter　which　had　so　recently　been　on　the　table　in　her　room　would
  no　longer　be　there？　　He　who　could　understand　all　this；　would　have　to
  assume　that　Mademoiselle　Stangerson　knew　that　the　murderer　was　coming
  …　she　could　not　prevent　his　coming　again　…　unknown　to　her　father；
  unknown　to　all　but　to　Monsieur　Robert　Darzac。　　For　he　must　know　it
  now　…　perhaps　he　had　known　it　before！　　Did　he　remember　that　phrase
  in　the　Elysee　garden：　'Must　I　commit　a　crime；　then；　to　win　you？'
  Against　whom　the　crime；　if　not　against　the　obstacle；　against　the
  murderer？　　'Ah；　I　would　kill　him　with　my　own　hand！'　　And　I　replied；
  'You　have　not　answered　my　question。'　That　was　the　very　truth。　　In
  truth；　in　truth；　Monsieur　Darzac　knew　the　murderer　so　well　that
  …　while　wishing　to　kill　him　himself　…　he　was　afraid　I　should　find
  him。　　There　could　be　but　two　reasons　why　he　had　assisted　me　in　my
  investigation。　　First；　because　I　forced　him　to　do　it；　and；　second；
  because　she　would　be　the　better　protected。
  〃I　am　in　the　chamber　…　her　room。　　I　look　at　her；　also　at　the　place
  where　the　letter　had　just　now　been。　　She　has　possessed　herself　of
  it；　it　was　evidently　intended　for　her　…　evidently。　　How　she　trembles！
  …　Trembles　at　the　strange　story　her　father　is　telling　her；　of　the
  presence　of　the　murderer　in　her　chamber；　and　of　the　pursuit。　　But
  it　is　plainly　to　be　seen　that　she　is　not　wholly　satisfied　by　the
  assurance　given　her　until　she　had　been　told　that　the　murderer；　by
  some　incomprehensible　means；　had　been　able　to　elude　us。
  〃Then　follows　a　silence。　　What　a　silence！　　We　are　all　there　…　looking
  at　her　…　her　father；　Larsan；　Daddy　Jacques　and　I。　　What　were　we　all
  thinking　of　in　the　silence？　　After　the　events　of　that　night；　of　the
  mystery　of　the　inexplicable　gallery；　of　the　prodigious　fact　of　the
  presence　of　the　murderer　in　her　room；　it　seemed　to　me　that　all　our
  thoughts　might　have　been　translated　into　the　words　which　were
  addressed　to　her。　　'You　who　know　of　this　mystery；　explain　it　to　us；
  and　we　shall　perhaps　be　able　to　save　you。　　How　I　longed　to　save　her
  …　for　herself；　and；　from　the　other！　…　It　brought　the　tears　to　my　eyes。
  〃She　is　there；　shedding　about　her　the　perfume　of　the　lady　in　black。
  At　last；　I　see　her；　in　the　silence　of　her　chamber。　　Since　the　fatal
  hour　of　the　mystery　of　The　Yellow　Room；　we　have　hung　about　this
  invisible　and　silent　woman　to　learn　what　she　knows。　　Our　desires；
  our　wish　to　know　must　be　a　torment　to　her。　　Who　can　tell　that；　should
  we　learn　the　secret　of　her　mystery；　it　would　not　precipitate　a
  ragedy　more　terrible　than　that　which　had　already　been　enacted　here？
  Who　can　tell　if　it　might　not　mean　her　death？　　Yet　it　had　brought　her
  close　to　death；　…　and　we　still　knew　nothing。　　Or；　rather；　there　are
  some　of　us　who　know　nothing。　　But　I　…　if　I　knew　who；　I　should　know
  all。　　Who？　…　Who？　…　Not　knowing　who；　I　must　remain　silent；　out　of
  pity　for　her。　　For　there　is　no　doubt　that　she　knows　how　he　escaped
  from　The　Yellow　Room；　and　yet　she　keeps　the　secret。　　When　I　know
  who；　I　will　speak　to　him　…　to　him！〃
  〃She　looked　at　us　now　…　with　a　far…away　look　in　her　eyes　…　as　if　we
  were　not　in　the　chamber。　　Monsieur　Stangerson　broke　the　silence。
  He　declared　that；　henceforth；　he　would　no　more　absent　himself　from
  his　daughter's　apartments。　　She　tried　to　oppose　him　in　vain。　　He
  adhered　firmly　to　his　purpose。　　He　would　install　himself　there　this
  very　night；　he　said。　　Solely　concerned　for　the　health　of　his
  daughter；　he　reproached　her　for　having　left　her　bed。　　Then　he
  suddenly　began　talking　to　her　as　if　she　were　a　little　child。　　He
  smiled　at　her　and　seemed　not　to　know　either　what　he　said　or　what　he
  did。　　The　illustrious　professor　had　lost　his　head。　　Mademoiselle
  Stangerson　in　a　tone　of　tender　distress　said：　'Father！　…　father！'
  Daddy　Jacques　blows　his　nose；　and　Frederic　Larsan　himself　is　obliged
  to　turn　away　to　hide　his　emotion。　　For　myself；　I　am　able　neither　to
  think　or　feel。　　I　felt　an　infinite　contempt　for　myself。
  〃It　was　the　first　time　that　Frederic　Larsan；　like　myself；　found
  himself　face　to　face　with　Mademoiselle　Stangerson　since　the　attack
  in　The　Yellow　Room。　　Like　me；　he　had　insisted　on　being　allowed　to
  question　the　unhappy　lady；　but　he　had　not；　any　more　than　had　I；　been
  permitted。　　To　him；　as　to　me；　the　same　answer　had　always　been　given：
  Mademoiselle　Stangerson　was　too　weak　to　receive　us。　　The　questionings
  of　the　examining　magistrate　had　over…fatigued　her。　　It　was　evidently
  intended　not　to　give　us　any　assistance　in　our　researches。　　I　was　not
  surprised；　but　Frederic　Larsan　had　always　resented　this　conduct。　　It
  is　true　that　he　and　I　had　a　totally　different　theory　of　the　crime。
  〃I　still　catch　myself　repeating　from　the　depths　of　my　heart：　'Save
  her！　…　save　her　without　his　speaking！'　　Who　is　he　…　the　murderer？
  Take　him　and　shut　his　mouth。　　But　Monsieur　Darzac　made　it　clear　that
  in　order　to　shut　his　mouth　he　must　be　killed。　　Have　I　the　right　to
  kill　Mademoiselle　Stangerson's　murderer？　　No；　I　had　not。　　But　let
  him　only　give　me　the　chance！　　Let　me　find　out　whether　he　is　really
  a　creature　of　flesh　and　blood！　…　Let　me　see　his　dead　body；　since
  it　cannot　be　taken　alive。
  〃If　I　could　but　make　this　woman；　who　does　not　even　look　at　us；
  understand！　　She　is　absorbed　by　her　fears　and　by　her　father's
  distress　of　mind。　　And　I　can　do　nothing　to　save　her。　　Yes；　I　will
  go　to　work　once　more　and　accomplish　wonders。
  〃I　move　towards　her。　　I　would　speak　to　her。　　I　would　entreat　her
  to　have　confidence　in　me。　　I　would；　in　a　word；　make　her　understand
  …　she　alone　…　that　I　know　how　the　murderer　escaped　from　The　Yellow
  Room　…　that　I　have　guessed　the　motives　for　her　secrecy　…　and　that　I
  pity　her　with　all　my　heart。　　But　by　her　gestures　she　begged　us　to
  leave　her　alone；　expressing　weariness　and　the　need　for　immediate
  rest。　　Monsieur　Stangerson　asked　us　to　go　back　to　our　rooms　and
  thanked　us。　　Frederic　Larsan　and　I　bowed　to　him　and；　followed　by
  Daddy　Jacques；　we　regained　the　gallery。　　I　heard　Larsan　murmur：
  'Strange！　　strange！'　He　made　a　sign　to　me　to　go　with　him　into　his
  room。　　On　the　threshold　he　turned　towards　Daddy　Jacques。
  〃'Did　you　see　him　distinctly？'　he　asked。
  〃'Who？'
  〃'The　man？'
  〃'Saw　him！　…　why；　he　had　a　big　red　beard　and　red　hair。'
  〃'That's　how　he　appeared　to　me；'　I　said。
  〃'And　to　me；'　said　Larsan。
  〃The　great　Fred　and　I　were　alone　in　his　chamber；　now；　to　talk　over
  this　thing。　　We　talked　for　an　hour；　turning　the　matter　over　and
  viewing　it　from　every　side。　　From　the　questions　put　by　him；　from
  the　explanation　which　he　gives　me；　it　is　clear　to　me　that　…　in　spite
  of　all　our　senses　…　he　is　persuaded　the　man　disappeared　by　some
  secret　passage　in　the　chateau　known　to　him　alone。
  〃'He　knows　the　chateau；'　he　said　to　me；　'he　knows　it　well。'
  〃'He　is　a　rather　tall　man　…　well…built；'　I　suggested。
  〃'He　is　as　tall　as　he　wants　to　be；'　murmured　Fred。
  〃'I　understand；'　I　said；　'but　how　do　you　account　for　his　red　hair
  and　beard？'
  〃'Too　much　beard　…　too　much　hair　…　false；'　says　Fred。
  〃'That's　easily　said。　　You　are　always　thinking　of　Robert　Darzac。
  You　can't　get　rid　of　that　idea？　　I　am　certain　that　he　is　innocent。'
  〃'So　much　the　better。　　I　hope　so；　but　everything　condemns　him。　　Did
  you　notice　the　marks　on　the　carpet？　…　Come　and　look　at　them。'
  〃'I　have　seen　them；　they　are　the　ma