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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Yes, I see. Oh, well, that is all right; that is very good. Natural sleep must be coming back..." Matrena, as though hypnotized by Rouletabille, had taken the glass from the table and ostentatiously carried it to the dressing-room to throw it out, and she delayed there to recover her self-possession.
I appeal to Monsieur Larsan, who saw me, next morning, examine the two sets of footprints." Here Rouletabille turning towards Madame Mathieu, with a bow, said: "The footprints of Madame bear a strange resemblance to the neat footprints of the murderer." Madame Mathieu trembled and looked at him with wide eyes as if in wonder at what he would say next.
"Then it was not with the revolver she was wounded," said Rouletabille, glancing at me in triumph. Monsieur de Marquet appeared greatly embarrassed. "I didn't say anything I don't want to say anything I will not say anything," he said. And he turned towards his Registrar as if he no longer knew us. But Rouletabille was not to be so easily shaken off.
But what is more bewildering than all is that it is impossible to form any idea as to how the murderer got out of The Yellow Room, or how he got across the laboratory to reach the vestibule! Ah, yes, Monsieur Rouletabille, it is altogether as you said, a fine case, the key to which will not be discovered for a long time, I hope." "You hope, Monsieur?" Monsieur de Marquet corrected himself.
The fact is highly important," he added, "because there is no need of his being wounded in the hand for him to be the murderer." Rouletabille seemed to be thinking deeply.
I wish to believe it for your sake, my poor boy." Rouletabille desired something besides "I wish to believe it for your sake, my poor boy." He was far from being satisfied. She saw him turn pale. She tried to reassure him while her trembling hands raised the lid of the wine-chest.
Rouletabille was not able to restrain a joyous movement hardly in keeping. "You can ring now, Sire." And the Tsar rang. The reporter passed into a little salon, where he found the Marshal, Koupriane and Matrena Petrovna, who was "in a state." She threw a suspicious glance at Rouletabille, who was not treated this morning as the dear little domovoi-doukh.
And from then on the journey was slow and cautious after the frenzied speed. In vain Rouletabille reasoned with himself. "You will arrive anyway before morning. You cannot wake the Emperor in the dead of night." His impatience knew no reason. "What a country! What a country!" Even here the country was not pleasant. Rouletabille recalled the bright awakening of French country.
"No doubt," I said, "but why did you go to America to find that out?" He sat smoking his pipe, and made no further reply. I began to see that I was touching on the secret that concerned Mademoiselle Stangerson. Rouletabille evidently had found it necessary to go to America to find out what the mysterious tie was that bound her to Larsan by so strange and terrible a bond.
Under the arch of Aptiekarski-Pereoulok he saw once more the man Koupriane had placed there with the order to bring him Alexis's message. The man looked at him in astonishment. Rouletabille crossed the court and entered the dingy old room once more. Pere Alexis was not there, naturally, engaged as he was in his laboratory.
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