The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1909-01-15

what man! What intelligence
What knowledge / attach impor
lance to the fact that we made n,
noise; for, because Of that, the assassin
certainly thought that we had left tn,
place. And, suddenly, while the cuckoo
was sounding the half after midnight
| a desperate clamor broke out In the
yellow room. 1t was the voice o!
madcmoiselle, crying "Murder-mur
der-help!" Immediately afterwart
revolver shots rang out, and there was
a great noise Of tables and furniture
being thrown to the ground, as if IL
the course Of struggle, and again the
voice of mademoiselle calling, Muir
lp-papa-papaw-
| "'You may be sure that we quickly
sprang up and that NJ. Stangerson
and / threw ourselves upon the door.
But, alas, 1t was locked, fast locked,
! on the inside by the care Of mademoi-
selle, as have told you, with key and
bolt. We tried to force it open, but it
| remained firm. NJ. Stangerson was like
a mailman, and, truly, 1t was enough
to make him one, for we he<Ad made
moiselle still calling Help, help! NJ.
Stangerson showered terrible blows ON
the door ana wepG with rage and sob
bed with despair and helplessness.
: "1t was then that had an inspira
ton. "The assassin must have ell
tered by the Window l cried IL will
| go to the Window and rushed from
the pavilion and ran like one out OF
his mind.
1.-The inspiration was that the win
dow OF the yellow room looks out in
such a way that the park wall, which
abuts on the pavilion, prevented my at
once reaching the window. To get up
to 1t 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
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yellow room.
1.-The moon was shining brightly.
and ! 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, as
I had myself drawn them early in the
evening, as 1 did every day, though
mademoiselle, knowing that 1 was
tired from the heavy work l had beer
doing, had begged me not to trouble
myself, but leave her to do it. and they
were just as l had left them, fastened
with an iron catch on the inside. The
assassin, therefore, could not have
passed either in or out that way, but
neither could 1 get In.
at was unfortunate - enough to
turn ones brain! The door Of the
room locked on the inside and the
blinds on the only window also fast
ened on the inside, and mademoiselle
still calling for help! No, she had
ceased to call! She was dead per-
haps. But l still heard her father, il
the pavilion, trying to break down the
door.
"'With the concierge I hurried back
to the pavilion. The door, in spite of
the furious attempts Of NJ. Stangerson
and Bernier to burst It open, was still
holding firm, but at length 1t gave
way before our united efforts, and
then what u sight met our eyes!
should tell you that, behind us, the
concierge held the laboratory lamp
powerful lamp that lit the whole
chamber
81 must also tell you, monsieur,
that the yellow room Is very small
room. Mademoiselle had furnished it
with a fairly large iron bedstead,
small table, a dressing table and two
we saw all ut glance. Mademoiselle,
in her nightdress, was lying on the
floor in the midst of the greatest dis
order. Tables and chairs had been
overthrown, showing that there had
been violent struggle. Mademoiselle
had certainly been dragged from her
bed. She was covered with blood and
hou Ldi no VI Ou
her throat, the flesh of her neck hav-
ing been almost torn by the nails.
From wound on the right temple a
stream Of blood had run down and
made little pool on the floor. When
M. Stangerson saw his daughter In
that state he threw himself on hls
knees beside her. uttering cry Of
despair. He ascc. aimed that she still
breathed.
but how to explain that he was
not there. that he had already escaped?
IL passes all imagination. Nobody I'M
der the bed. nobody behind the furni-
ture! All that we discovered were
traces, blood stained marks Of mans
large hand on the walls and on the
door, big handkerchief red with
blood without any initials, an old cap
aud many fresh footmarks Of a man
on the foor-footmarks Of a man with
large feet whose boot soles had left
sort Of sooty impression. How had
this man got away? How had he van
ished7 Don't forget. monsieur. that
there Is no chimney In the yellow
room. He could not have escaped by