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So saying Rouletabille wrapped up the two little ikons and put them in his pocket. The Saint Luke would be sure to appeal to his friend Sainclair. As to the Mother of God, that would be his dying gift to the Dame en noir. "Ah, you are sad, little son; and your voice, as it sounds now, hurts me." Rouletabille turned his head at the sound of two moujiks who entered, carrying a long basket.
"Well, the greasy cap, the common handkerchief, and the marks of the rough boots on the floor," he replied. "I understand," I said; "murderers don't leave traces behind them which tell the truth." "We shall make something out of you yet, my dear Sainclair," concluded Rouletabille.
The supreme communion that he had just had with his friend Sainclair and with the dear Lady in Black restored all his spirit to him. He listened respectfully to the sentence which condemned him to death, though he was busy sliding his tongue along the gummed edge of his envelope. These were the counts on which he was to be hanged: 1.
Rouletabille had mounted alone, and had returned with another. "Good evening, Monsieur Sainclair!" It was Frederic Larsan. The detective had already occupied the post of observation when my young friend had thought to reach it alone. Neither noticed my astonishment.
Rouletabille, as I have said, entered my room that morning of the 26th of October, 1892. He was looking redder than usual, and his eyes were bulging out of his head, as the phrase is, and altogether he appeared to be in a state of extreme excitement. He waved the "Matin" with a trembling hand, and cried: "Well, my dear Sainclair, have you read it?" "The Glandier crime?" "Yes; The Yellow Room!
His haughty face with its expression ordinarily so straightforward was at this moment strangely troubled. He held out his right hand and, referring to me, said: "As you are a friend of Monsieur Sainclair who has rendered me invaluable services in a just cause, monsieur, I see no reason for refusing you my hand " Rouletabille did not take the extended hand.
The last one is that above, bizarre and romantic, and necessary, as Sainclair, the Paris advocate and friend of Rouletabille, indicates opposite it in the papers from which we have taken all the details of this story. Rouletabille took a long walk which led him to the Troitsky Bridge, then, re-descending the Naberjnaia, he reached the Winter Palace.
He waited till I was asleep, and my friend Sainclair was busy trying to rouse me. Ten minutes after that Mademoiselle was calling out, "Murder!" "How did you come to suspect Larsan?" asked the President. "My pure reason pointed to him. That was why I watched him. But I did not foresee the drugging. He is very cunning.
I quietly made my way through the crowd and left the court almost at the same time as Rouletabille. He greeted me heartily, and looked happy. "I'll not ask you, my dear fellow," I said, smiling, "what you've been doing in America; because I've no doubt you'll say you can't tell me until after half-past six." "No, my dear Sainclair, I'll tell you right now why I went to America.
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