Deming graphic. (Deming, N.M.) 1903-1948, 1920-03-30
MYSTERY OF YELLOW ROOM
MOST AMAZING IN HISTORY
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then-Monsieur Stangerson and me
We made no noise. He was seated al
his desk. As for me, l was sitting on
chair, having finished my work. and
looking at him, l said 10 myself 'Wha:
a man-what intell!gence-what I'm.
telligence-what knowledge / attach
Importance TO the fact that we made
no noise; for, because Of that, the as
sassin certainly thought we had left
the place. And, suddenly, while the
cntkoo was sounding the half Dfter
midnight. desperate clamor broke out
IN the Yellow Room. II was the voice
OF Mademoiselle, crying Murder Muir
cdr !-Helpn Immediately afterwards
revolver shots rang out and there was
n great noise OF tables and furniture
being thrown 70 the ground, as il in
course of struggle; and again the
voice Of Mademolselle calling, Murder
help! Papa Papa -
You may he sure that we quickly
sprang up and that Monster Stanger-
son and | threw ourselves upon tie
door. But alas! II was locked, fast
locked, on the inside, by the care of
Mademoiselle, as have told you, with
key and bolt. We tried TO force 1t
open, but II remained firm. Monsieur
StangersOn was like mailman. and
truly, IL was enough 10 make him one,
for we heard Mademoiselle still call
ing Help Help! - Monsieur Stan
gerson showered terrible blows on the
door, and wept with rage ana sobbed
with despair and helplessness.
ut was then that | had an inspira-
ton. THE assassin must have entered
by the Window cried; 4 will 90 to
the Window and | rushed from the
pavilion and ran ike one out of his
mind.
BEFORE WINDOW OF YELLOW
ROOM
THE inspiration was that the win
dow of the Yellow Room looks out in
such way that the park wall. which
abuts the pavilion, prevented my at
once reaching the window. To get up
to il one had first to go out of the
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 Monselgneur Stangerson with all
speed. while his wife came with me to
open the park gate. Five minutes later
she and | were before the window of
the Yellow Room.
WHAT THE LAMP REVEALED
The moon was shining brightly and
the window. Not only were the bars
the window. ont only were the bars
that protect il intact but the blinds
inside of them were drawn. as | had
myself drawn them early in the even
ing, as l did every day, though Made.
mOlsclle, knowing that | was tired
from the heavy work | had been do
ing, had begged me not to trouble my
self, BE- leave her TO do IL; and they
were ''st as / had left them, fastened
with an iron catch on the inside. The
assassin, therefore, could not have
passed either I'm or out that way; but
neither could | get In.
1T was Northumberland to turn
ones brainl The door OF the room
locked on the inside and the blinds ON
the only window also fastened ON the
inside and Maedmoiselle still calling
for help mo, she had ceased TO call.
She was dead, perhaps. But | stlll
heard her father, in the pavilion, try
ing to break down the door
with the concierge | hurried back
10 the pavilion. The door, in spite
Of the furious attempts Of Monsieur
Stangerson and Bernier to burst It
open. was still holding firm; hut at
length It gave way before our united
then what sight met
our eyes! should tell You that, be-
hind us, the concierge held the labor
atory Tampa powerful lamp that lit
the whole chamber.
81 must also tell you, Monsieur, that
the Yellow Room is very small
room. Mademoiselle had furnished vi
with fairly large iron bedstead, n
small table, night-commode, dress
ing table. and two chairs. BY the light
NJ the big lamp we saw all at a glance.
AluuelnhlNttics III ntl HAliNhlt0Ns NhN
lying ON the floor IN the midst Of the
greatest disorder. Tables and chairs
had been overthrow. showing that
there had been n violent struggle.
had cer inly Zen
dragged from her he'd She was coy-
cred with blood and had terrible marks
NJ fingernails ON her throat-thc flesh
of her neck having beer almost torn
by the nails. From a wound ON the
right temple a stream Of blood had
run down and made a little pool on
the floor. When Monsieur Stangerson
saw his daughter In that state, he
threw himself on his knees beside her,
a cry Of despair. He ascer-
tanned that she still breathed. As to
us. we searched for the wretch who
had tried to kill our mistress, and |
swear to you. Monsieur, that IL we
had found him ii would have gone
hard with him.
HOW DID HE ESCAPE?
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