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"I think so, too, Monsieur Fred." "Then you think the conclusion of the matter has been reached?" "I think, indeed, that we have nothing more to find out," replied Rouletabille. "Have you found your criminal?" asked Larsan. "Have you?" "Yes." "So have I," said Rouletabille. "Can it be the same man?" "I don't know if you have swerved from your original idea," said the young reporter.
At what hour exactly he entered, whether in the afternoon or in the evening, I cannot say. One familiar with the proceedings and persons of this pavilion could choose his own time for entering The Yellow Room." "He could not have entered it if anybody had been in the laboratory," said Monsieur de Marquet. "How do we know that?" replied Larsan.
I begged Madame Bernier who was accustomed to clean the room to look, and she found a pair of eye-glasses this pair, Monsieur President!" And Rouletabille drew the eye-glasses, of which we know, from his pocket. "When I saw these eye-glasses," he continued, "I was utterly nonplussed. I had never seen Larsan wear eye-glasses. What did they mean?
He showed himself very friendly to all except Arthur Rance to whom he exhibited a marked coldness of manner. Frederic Larsan came in also. Rouletabille went up and shook him heartily by the hand. His manner toward the detective showed that he had got the better of the policeman.
He wrote Darzac urgent letters, declaring himself ready to deliver up the letters that had passed between him and his wife, and to leave them for ever, if he would pay him his price. He asked Darzac to meet him for the purpose of arranging the matter, appointing the time when Larsan would be with Mademoiselle Stangerson.
"I know," said Daddy Jacques, trembling, "they are almost alike." "And then," continued Frederic Larsan, "the old Basque cap also found in The Yellow Room might at one time have been worn by Daddy Jacques himself. All this, gentlemen, proves, I think, that the murderer wished to disguise his real personality. He did it in a very clumsy way or, at least, so it appears to us.
After a moment he said: "There is something a something, Monsieur Frederic Larsan, much graver than the misuse of logic the disposition of mind in some detectives which makes them, in perfect good faith, twist logic to the necessities of their preconceived ideas. You, already, have your idea about the murderer, Monsieur Fred.
The question in everybody's mind was: Admitting that Larsan was the murderer, how did he get out of The Yellow Room? Rouletabille was immediately called to the bar and his examination continued. "You have told us," said the President, "that it was impossible to escape from the end of the court. Since Larsan was leaning out of his window, he had left the court. How did he do that?"
At one time he stooped so low as almost to touch the ground; at another he drew himself up and attentively examined the wall; then he looked into the palm of one of his hands, and walked away with rapid strides. Finally he set off running, still looking into the palm of his hand. Rouletabille had brought me to a standstill by a gesture. "Hush! Frederic Larsan is at work! Don't let us disturb him!"
Daddy Jacques bent over them and, stupefied, recognised a pair of old boots which he had, some time back, thrown into a corner of his attic. He was so taken aback that he could not hide his agitation. Then pointing to the handkerchief in the old man's hand, Frederic Larsan said: "That's a handkerchief astonishingly like the one found in The Yellow Room."
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