Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-12-30

Ion then-M. Stanscrso on and ! W.
lnaue II" noise. He was seated at bis
desk. As for me. was sitting ON a
chair, haelng finished my work and.
looking ut him. said to myself.
"hat man! What Intelligence
what knowledccr' attach impor
lance to the fact that we made n,
noise: for, because OF that. the assassin
certainly thought that we had left the
pace. And. suddenly. Will, the cuckoo
was sounding the half after midnight.
desperate clamor broke out In the
yellow room. 1t was the voice of
madcmoiselle, crying "Murder-mur.
der-help! Immediately afterward
revolver shots rang out, and there was
q great noise Of tables and furniture
being thrown to the ground, as IL in
the course OF a struggle. and again the
voice 1T mademoiselle calling, Muir
dcr-help -papa-papa"'-
"'Y"u nay be sure that we quickly
srranc AZ and that NJ. Stangerson
and threw oursei> Is uhon the door
But. alas, 1t was locked, fast locked,
IN the inside by the care Of mademoi-
"ellc. rs have told you. with key and
bolt. We tried to force 1t open, bnt it
remained firm. NJ. Stangerson was like
a mailman. and. truly. it was enough
20 make him one, for we heard made
m"isclie still calling Help help.' NJ
Stangerson showered terrible blows ON
the door and wept with rage and sob
bed with despair and helplessness
alt was then that l had an inspira-
tion. The assassin must have en-.
tered by the window" cried II will
go 90 the window" and l rushed from
the pavilion ard ran like one on: OF
his mind
1.-The inspiration was that the win.
dow Of the yellow room looks cut in
such a way that the park wall, which
abuts on the pavilion. prevented my at
once reaching the window. To get up
to it one has first to go out Of the
park. ! ran toward the gate and on
my way met Bernier and his wife, the
gate keepers, who had been attracted
| by the pistol reports and by our cries
In few words told them what had
happened and directed the concierge
to join NJ. StangersOn with all speed,
while his wife came with me to open
! the park gate. Five minutes later she
and l were before the window Of the
| yellow room.
The moon was shining brightly
! and I saw clearly that no one had
touched the window. Not only were
the bars that protect it intact, but the
blinds inside Of them were drawn. Al
l had myself drawn them early in the
evening. as fNs every day, though
.mademoiserie. Knowing that I was
tired from the heavy work had been
doing, had begged me not to trouble
myself. but leave her to do 1t, and they
were just as had left them. fastened
with an iron catch on the inside. The
assassin, therefore, could not have
J passed either in or out that way. but
| neither could ! get in.
ut was unfortunate - enough t.
turn ones brain! The door OF thu
room locked on the inside and thu
| blinds on the only window also fast
encd Oh the inside. and mademoisell'
still calling for help. No. she hat
ceased to call. She was dead per
haps. But l still heard her father, IL
the pavilion. trying to break down thu
door.
with the concierge hurried bacl
to the pavilion The door. in spite o
the furious attempts Of NJ. Stangersol
and Bernicr to burst 1t open. was still
holding firm. but at length 1t CAV
way before our united efforts. ant
then what sight met our eyes!
should tell you that, behind us, tn
concierge held the laboratory lamp
a powerful lamp that lit the who'll
chamber
~ must also tell you, monsieur
that the yellow room is a very SINAI
lroom. Mademoiselle had furnished
with a fairly large iron bedstead,
small table, dressing table and tw
chairs. BY the light Of the big lam
we saw all at a glance. MademOisells
in her nightdress, was lying on tn
door in the midst Of the greatest dls
order. Tables and chairs had bee
Overthrown, showing that there ha
been violent struggle. Madeuoiseli
had certainly been dragged from he
bed. She was covered with blood an
had terrible marks Of finger nails Q
her throat, the flesh OF her neck hay
inS been almost torn by the nail
From a wound on the right temple
stream Of blood had run down an
made a little pool on the floor. Whe
NJ. Stangerson saw his daughter
that state he threw himself on h
knees beside her, uttering n cry {
despair He ascertained that she sti
hreathed.
"'But how to explain that he wa
not there. that he had already escaped
1t passes all imagination. Nobody VI
der the bed. nobody behind the furn
ture! All that We discovered wer
traces, blood stained marks Of a man
large hand on the walls and on tn