The Mystery of the Yellow Room
Rouletabille Knows the Two Halves of the Murderer
Mademoiselle Stangerson had been almost murdered for the second time. Unfortunately,
she was in too weak a state to bear the severer injuries of this second attack as well as she
had those of the first. She had received three wounds in the breast from the murderer's
knife, and she lay long between life and death. Her strong physique, however, saved her;
but though she recovered physically it was found that her mind had been affected. The
slightest allusion to the terrible incident sent her into delirium, and the arrest of Robert
Darzac which followed on the day following the tragic death of the keeper seemed to sink
her fine intelligence into complete melancholia.
Robert Darzac arrived at the chateau towards half-past nine. I saw him hurrying through
the park, his hair and clothes in disorder and his face a deadly white. Rouletabille and I
were looking out of a window in the gallery. He saw us, and gave a despairing cry: "I'm
Rouletabille answered: "She lives!"
A minute later Darzac had gone into Mademoiselle Stangerson's room and, through the
door, we could hear his heart-rending sobs.
"There's a fate about this place!" groaned Rouletabille. "Some infernal gods must be
watching over the misfortunes of this family! --If I had not been drugged, I should have
saved Mademoiselle Stangerson. I should have silenced him forever. And the keeper
would not have been killed!"
Monsieur Darzac came in to speak with us. His distress was terrible. Rouletabille told
him everything: his preparations for Mademoiselle Stangerson's safety; his plans for
either capturing or for disposing of the assailant for ever; and how he would have
succeeded had it not been for the drugging.
"If only you had trusted me!" said the young man, in a low tone. "If you had but begged
Mademoiselle Stangerson to confide in me! --But, then, everybody here distrusts
everybody else, the daughter distrusts her father, and even her lover. While you ask me to
protect her she is doing all she can to frustrate me. That was why I came on the scene too
At Monsieur Robert Darzac's request Rouletabille described the whole scene. Leaning on
the wall, to prevent himself from falling, he had made his way to Mademoiselle
Stangerson's room, while we were running after the supposed murderer. The ante-room
door was open and when he entered he found Mademoiselle Stangerson lying partly
thrown over the desk. Her dressing-gown was dyed with the blood flowing from her