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Updated: June 26, 2025
If she had worn it in bands, the blow she received on the temple would have been weakened. It seems strange to me that you should attach so much importance to this point." "Oh! if she had not her hair in bands, I give it up," said Rouletabille, with a despairing gesture. "And was the wound on her temple a bad one?" he asked presently. "Terrible." "With what weapon was it made?"
"Well, my boy, it is arsenate of soda again." Rouletabille, stricken to the heart, uttered a low cry and everything seemed to dance around him.
She mounted to the general's room and came down at least ten times to see if Rouletabille had not returned. Two hours later he was around the villa, as he had promised. She could not keep herself from running to meet him, for which she was scolded. "Be calm. Be calm. Do you know what was in the phial?" "No." "Arsenate of soda, enough to kill ten people." "Holy Mary!" "Be quiet.
Rouletabille whispered in my ear: "If we only knew what was being said in that chamber, my inquiry would soon be finished." He looked about him. The darkness of the evening enveloped us; we could not see much beyond the narrow path bordered by trees, which ran behind the chateau. The sobs had ceased. "If we can't hear we may at least try to see," said Rouletabille.
The three boon companions were seated over a bottle of champagne resting in its ice-bath and were being served with tiny pates while they waited for the supper-hour, which was now near. Rouletabille yielded to their invitation readily enough, and accompanied them when the head-waiter informed Thaddeus that the gentlemen were desired in a private room.
If anyone had told him that he would be played with that way sometime, he, Rouletabille! he would have laughed heartily enough then. But now, well, he wasn't capable of anything further. He was his own most cruel enemy.
Truly, my dear little domovoi, that day we had been very near death, but God and the Little Father watched over us." And Matrena Petrovna made the sign of the cross. "All the windows of the house were broken. In all, we escaped with the fright and a visit from the glazier, my little friend, but I certainly believed that all was over." "And Mademoiselle Natacha?" inquired Rouletabille.
"Is it possible that you speak seriously?" she demanded, coming over and sitting down beside him. "A promenade! Without the police, when we have received again this morning a letter saying now that before forty-eight hours the general will be dead!" "Forty-eight hours," said Rouletabille, soaking his bread in his chocolate, "forty-eight hours? It is possible.
That's what Monsieur de Marquet thinks. He has had it sent to the municipal laboratory at Paris to be analysed. In fact, he thinks he has detected on it, not only the blood of the last victim, but other stains of dried blood, evidences of previous crimes." "A mutton-bone in the hand of a skilled assassin is a frightful weapon," said Rouletabille, "a more certain weapon than a heavy hammer."
Rouletabille during all this conversation had not ceased to watch through the open doors of Matrena's room and the dressing-room the farther fatal door whose brass bolt shone in the yellow light of the night-lamp. At last he made her a sign and the reporter, followed by Matrena, advanced on tip-toe to the threshold of the general's chamber, keeping close to the wall. Feodor Feodorovitch slept.
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