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Updated: September 28, 2025
Suddenly, some weeks before the events with which we are occupied, a report to which nobody attached any importance, so incredible did it sound was spread about Paris, that Mademoiselle Stangerson had at last consented to "crown" the inextinguishable flame of Monsieur Robert Darzac!
Such tricks were mere child's play for Larsan, or Ballmeyer. "Receiving no reply to his letter, he determined, since Mademoiselle Stangerson would not come to him, that he would go to her. His plan had long been formed. He had made himself master of the plans of the chateau and the pavilion.
"You are looking very down. cast. How are your friends getting on?" "Apart from you," he said, "I have no friends." "I hope that Monsieur Darzac " "No doubt." "And Mademoiselle Stangerson How is she?" "Better much better." "Then you ought not to be sad." "I am sad," he said, "because I am thinking of the perfume of the lady in black " "The perfume of the lady in black!
When Frederic Larsan asked him for information on this point, he quietly replied that it was no business of his how he spent his time in Paris. On which Fred swore aloud that he would find out, without anybody's help. "All this seems to fit in with Fred's hypothesis, namely, that Monsieur Stangerson allowed the murderer to escape in order to avoid a scandal.
The concierge closed the window after him and fastened the blinds, which certainly could not have closed and fastened of themselves. That is the conclusion I have arrived at. If anyone here has any other idea, let him state it." Monsieur Stangerson intervened: "What you say was impossible.
I must state that the Chief of the Surete having inquired of Monsieur Stangerson under what conditions his daughter had gone to Paris on the 20th of October, we learned that Monsieur Robert Darzac had accompanied her, and Darzac had not been again seen at the chateau from that time to the day after the crime had been committed.
The window of the room was open, and beside the window, all huddled up, lay the body of a man in his nightdress. He was quite dead, and had been for some time, for his limbs were rigid and cold. When we turned him over, the Boots recognized him at once as being the same gentleman who had engaged the room under the name of Joseph Stangerson.
"Yes, they are, as true as my name's Mathieu, monsieur. I believe them to be honest." "Yet they've been arrested?" "What does that prove? But I don't want to mix myself up in other people's affairs." "And what do you think of the murder?" "Of the murder of poor Mademoiselle Stangerson? A good girl much loved everywhere in the country.
She would be happy, she said, to see the relations between ourselves and Monsieur Darzac become closer, but only on the understanding that there would be no more talk of marriage." "That is very strange!" muttered Monsieur Dax. "Strange!" repeated Monsieur de Marquet. "You'll certainly not find the motive there, Monsieur Dax," Monsieur Stangerson said with a cold smile.
He followed them from prison to prison, from crime to crime. Finally, as he was about leaving for Europe, he learned in New York that Ballmeyer had, five years before, embarked for France with some valuable papers belonging to a merchant of New Orleans whom he had murdered. And yet the whole of this mystery has not been revealed. Mademoiselle Stangerson had a child, by her husband, a son.
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