Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1909-05-20
Ionged TO save her-from herself ana
from the other! It brought the tears
to my eyes.
aWno can tell that, should we learn
ahe secpa2 &C har mystery, 1t wo@ld not

I'D EIy eyes
aWno can tell that, should we learn
The secDe& &C har mysteEy. It WeaId not
precfpitate a tragedy more terrible
than that which had already been en-
acted here? Who can tell II it mlgha
not mean her death? Yet it hao
brought her close to death, and we
still knew nothing, or, rather, there
are some Of us who know nothing
But If knew who, I should know
ell. Who? Who? Not knowing who,
I must remain silent out Of pity FOL
her. For there is no doubt that she
knows how he escaped from the yellow
room. When I know who will SPEAK
TO him-to him!
"She looked at us now, with far-
away look In her eyes, as II we were
not In the chamber. NJ. Stangerson
broke the silence. He declared that,
,henceforth, he would no more absent
himself from his daughters apart
ments. She tried to oppose him in
vain. He adhered firmly to his pur-
pose. He would install himself there
this very night, he said. Solely con-
cerned for the health Of his daughter,
he reproached her for having left her
bed. Then he suddenly began talking
TO her as If she were little child. He
smiled at her and seemed not TO know
either what he said or what he did.
The nlustriolls professor had lost MS
head. Mile. Stangerson in tone or
tender distress said, Father, father!
Daddy Jacques blows his nose, and
Frederic Larsan himself is obliged to
turn away to hide his emotion. For
myself, I am able neither to think or
feel. | felt contempt for myself
sIt was the first time that Frederic
Larsan. like myself, found himself
face to face with Mile. Stangerson
since the attack in the yellow room.
Like me, he had insisted on being al
lowed to question the unhappy lady,
but he had not, any more than had !,
been permitted To him, as to me, the
same answer had always been given:
Mile. stangerson was too weak to re-
ceiye us. The qnestionings Of the ex-
amining magistrate had overfatigued
her. It was evidently intended not TO
give as any assistance In our re-
searches. / was not surprised, but
Frederic Larson had always resented
this conduct. 1t Is true that he and
had a totally different theory Of the
crime. I still catch myself repeating
from the depths Of my heart: Save
her! Save her without his speaking?
Who is he-the murderer? Take him
and shut his mouth. But NJ. Darzac
made it clear that in order to shut his
mouth he must be killed. Have the
right to kill Mile. stangerson's MUIR
derer? No, / had not. But let him
only give me the chance! Let me find
out whether he is really a creature Of
flesh and blood! Let me see his dead
body, since It cannot be taken alive.
''If I could but make this woman,
who does not even look at us, under
stand! She is absorbed by her fears
and by her fathers distress Of mind.
And can do nothing 10 save her. Yes,
I viii go to work once more and ae-
complish wonders.
II move toward ner. I would speak
to her. / would enIreat her to have
confidence in me. would, in a word,
make her understands alone-that
I know how the murderer escaped
from the yellow ROOM, that have
guessed the motives for her secrecy,
and that pity her with all my heart.
But by her gestures she begged us to
leave her alone, expressing WEAKNESS
and the need for Immediate rest M.
Stangerson asked us to go back to our
rooms and thanked u.s. Frederic Lar
san and bowed to him, and, followed
by Daddy jacques, we regained the
gallery. | heard Larsan murmur:
Strange! Stranger He made a sign
to me to go with him into his room.
On the threshold he turned toward
Daddy Jacques.
Did you see him distinctly2' he
asked.
"sWhoY
The man.
"'saw him! Why. he had big red
beard and red hair
That's how he appeared to me- ]
said.
And to me- said Larsan.
THE great Fred and I were alone
In his chamber now to talk over this
thing We talked for an hour. turn
Ing the matter over and viewing It
from every side. From the questions
put by him, from the explanation
which he gives me, 1t is clear to me
that IN spite Of all our senses he is
persuaded the man disappeared by
some secret passage in the chateau
known TO him alone.
He knows the chateau he said to
me: he knows it we'll
he IS rather tall man, well
built, suggested.
: He IS as tall as he wants to be,
murmured Fred.
I understand, said. But how do
you account for his rad aair o,,s