Yellowstone monitor. [volume] (Glendive, Mont.) 1905-1928, 1909-02-04

the door, which is narrow and on the
threshold Of which the concierge stood
with the lamp while her husband and
| searched for him in every corner OF
the little room, where it is impossible fol
any one to hide himself. The door, which
had been forced open against the wall
could not conceal anything behind it
as we assured ourselves. By the win
dow, still in every way secured, no
flight had been possible. What then?
But we discovered my revolver on
the door-yes, my revolver! Oh, that
brought me back to the realityi The
devil would not have needed to steal
my revolver to kill mademoise1le. The
man who had been there had first
gone up to my attic and taken my re-
yolTer from the drawer where I kept
It. We then ascertained, by counting
the cartridges, that the assassin had
fired two shots. All, it was fortunate
for me that w. stangerson was In the
laboratory when the affair took place
and had seen with his own eyes that I
was there with him, for otherwise,
with this business Of my revolver,
don't know where we should have
been-I should now be under lock and
BARI
The editor Of the Matin added to this
interview the following lines:
eve have, without interrupting him,
allowed Daddy Jacques to recount to
us roughly all he knows about the
crime of the yellow room. We have
reproduced it In his own words, only
sparing the reader the continual lamen-
tations with which he garnished his
narrative. We should have liked to
put some further questions to Daddy
Jacques, but the inquiry Of the exam
lining magistrate, which is being car
ried on at the chateau, makes 1t i'm
possible for us to gain admission at
the Chandler, and, as to the oak wood,
it is guarded by a wide circle of police
men who are jealousy watching all
traces that can lead to the pavilion
and that may perhaps lead to the dis
coyery Of the assassin.
the concierges, but they are invisible.
Finally, we have waited In a roadside
inn, not far from the gate Of the cha
teau, for the departure Of Monsieur de
Marquet, the magistrate Of Corbeil. At
half past 5 we saw him and his clerk
and, before he was able to enter his
carriage, had an opportunity to ask
him the following question:
"'Can you, Monsieur de Marquet,
give us any information as to this af-
fair, without inconvenience to the
course Of your inquiry7'
Tt is impossible for us to do it,
replied Monsieur de Marquet. T can
only say that it is the strangest affair
I have ever known. The more we
think we know something, the further
we are from knowing anything!
1--WE asked Monsieur de Marquet to
be good enough to explain his last
words, and this is what he said, the
Importance cf which no one will fail to
recognize:
IF nothing is added to the material
facts so far established, fear that the
mystery which surrounds the abomina-
BILE crime Of which Mile. Stanger-
son has been the victim will never
be brought to light. but it is to be
hoped, for the sake Of our human rea-
son, that the examination of the walls,
and Of the ceiling Of the yellow room
an examination which I shall tomor-
row intrust to the builder who con-
structed the pavilion four years ago
will afford us the proof that may not
discourage us. For the problem is
this: We know by what way the as
sassin gained admission-he entered by
the door and hid himself under the
bed, awaiting Mile. Stangerson. But
escape? II no trap, no secret door,
no hiding place, no opening Of any sort
is found; il the examination Of the
Walls-even to the demolition OF the
pavilion-does not reveal any passage
practicable-not only for human be-
ing, but for any being Whatsoever-if
the ceiling shows no cracks, If the
floor hides no underground passage,
one must really believe in the devilp
Eve wanted to know what Daddy
Jacques meant by the cry Of the Bette
du Bon Dieu' The landlord OF the
Donjon inn explained to us that 1t is
the particularly sinister CRY which Is
uttered sometimes at night by the cat
Of al old woman-Mother Angenoux,
as she is called In the country. Moth
er Angenoux is a sort Of saint, who
lives in hut in the heart Of the forest
not far from the grotto Of sainte-Gene-
We've
In conclusion and at late hour the
same journal announced that the chief
Of the Paris police had telegraphed to
the famous detective Frederic Larsan,
who had been sent to London for an
affair Of stolen securities, to return
TO Paris.
TO BE CONTINUED