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The Mystery
of
TheYellow Room
By GASTON LEROUX
Copyright. 1908. by Brentano't
CHAPTER X.
"W Shall Have to Eat Red Neat
Now." mllE Donjon' Inn was at least
two centuries old, perhaps old
er. Under Its signboard over
the threshold a man with a
crabbed looking face was standing,
seemingly plunged In unpleasant
thought, If the wrinkles on bis fore
bead and the knitting of his brows
were any Indication.
When Rouletabille and I were close to
him he deigned to see us and asked us
In a tone anything but engaging wheth
er we wanted anything. He was no
doubt the not very amiable landlord of
this charming dwelling place. As we
expressed a hope that be would be
good enough to furnish us with a
breakfast he assured us that he had
no provisions.
"You may take us In," Rouletabille
aid to him. "We are not policemen."
"I'm not afraid of the police, f m
not afraid of any one," replied the
man.
I had made my friend understand by
a sign that we should do better not to
Insist; but, being determined to enter
the Inn, he slipped by the man on the
doorstep and was in the common room.
"Come on," he said. "It is very com.
fortable here."
A good fire was blazing in the chim
ney, and we held our bands to the
warmtb it sent out It was a morning
In which the approach of winter was
- unmistakable. . The room was a toler
ably large one, furnished with two
heavy tables, some stools, a counter
decorated with rows of bottles of sirup
and alcohol.
"That's a fine fire for roasting a
chicken," said Rouletabille. '
"We have no chicken, not even a
wretched rabbit." said the landlord.
"I know," said my friend slowly "I
know. We shall have to eat red meat
now."
"I confess I did not In the least un
derstand what Rouletabille meant by
what he bad said, but the landlord as
soon as he beard the words uttered an
oath, which he at once stifled, and
placed himself at our orders 'as obe
diently as M. Robert PrMC had done
$55 to matte the round trip
mild and open. Inquire
when he heard Rouletabllle's mysteri
ous sentence, "The presbytery has lost
nothing of Its charm nor the garden its
brightness."
The man pushed open n little side
door and called to somebody to brine
him half n dozen eggs and a piece of
beefsteak. Tho commission was quick
ly executed by a strongly built young
woman with beautiful blond hair and
large, handsome eyes, who regarded u
with curiosity.
The Innkeeper said to her roughly:
"Get out, nml If the Green Man comes
don't let me see him!"
She disappeared. Rouletabille took
the eggs, which had been broug! to
him in a bowl, nnd the meat, which
was on a dish, plnred all carefully be
side him in the chimney, unbooked a
frying pan ond a gridiron und began
to beat up our omelet before proceed
ing to grill our beefsteak. He then or
dered two bottles of cider and seemed
to tuke as little notice of our host as
our host did of htm. The landlord let
us do our own cooking and set our
table near one of the windows. j
Suddenly I heard him mutter:
"Ah, there he Is!" j
Ills face had changed, expressing
fierce hatred. lie went nnd glued him-1
self to ono of the windows, watching j
the road. There was no need for me i
to draw Rouletabille s attention. He
bad already left our omelet and had
joined the landlord at the window. I
went with him.
A ninn dressed entirely in green vel
vet, his bead covered with a bunts
man's cap of the same color, was ad
vancing leisurely, lighting a pipe as he
walked. He carried a fowling piece
Elung at bis back. His movements
displayed an almost aristocratic ease.
He wore eyeglasses and appeared to
be about five and forty years of age.
His hair as well as his mustache were
salt gray. He was remarkably hand
some. As he passed near the inn he
hesitated, as If asking himself whether
or no he should enter it gave a glance
toward us, took a few whiffs at his
pipe and then resumed bis walk at the
same nonchalant pace.
Rouletabille and I looked at our host
His flashing eyes, his clinched hands,
bis trembling Hps, told us of bis tu
multuous feelings.
"He has done well not to come In
here today!" he hissed.
"Who is that man?' asked Rouleta
bille. returning to bis omelette.
"The Green Man." growled the inn
keeiier. "Don't you know him? Then
all the better for you. He Is not an
acquaintance to make. Well, be is M.
Stnngerson's forest keeper."
"You don't appear to like him very
much?" asked the reporter, pouring
his omelet into the frying pan.
"Nobody likes him. monsieur, ne's
an upstart who must once have had a
fortune of his own. and he forgives
' nobody because in order to live be
has been compelled to become a serv
ant A keeper is as much a servant
from La Grande to Calgary
for the date of the next trip.
Jonathan Johnson, Canadian Pacific Land Dept. Pendleton, Oregon.
as any other, isn't be 7 Upon my
word, one would say that he is the
master of the Glandier and that all
the land and woods belong to him.
He'll not let a poor creature cat a
morsel of bread on the grass his
grass!"
"Does he often come here?"
'Too often. But I've made him un
derstand that his face doesn't please
me, and for a month past he hasn't
been here. The Donjon Inn bus never
existed for him! He hasn't bad time-
been too much engaged in paying
court to the landlady of the Tbre
Lilies at Saint Michel. A bad fellow.
There isn't an honest man who can
bear him. Why, the concierges of the
chateau would turn their eyes away
from a picture of him!"
"The concierges of the chateau are
honest people then?"
"Yes, they are, as true as my name's
Mathleu, monsieur. I believe them to
be honest."
"Yet they've been arrested?"
"What does that prove? But I don't
want to mix myself up In other peo
ple's affairs."
"And what do you think of the af
fair?"
"Of the attack on poor Mile. Stanger
son? A good girl. Much loved every-!
where in the country. That's what I
think of it and many things besides.
But that's nobody's business."
"Not even mine?" insisted Rouleta
bille. The innkeeper looked at blm side
ways and suid gruftly:
"Not even yours."
The omelet ready, we sat down at
table and were silently eating when
the door was pushed open and an old
woman, dressed In rags, leaning on a
stick, her head doddering, her white
hair banging loosely over her wrin
kled forehead, appeared on the thres
hold. "Ah, there you are. Mother Ange
noux! It's long since we saw you
last," said our host.
"I have been very ill, very nearly
dying," said the old woman. "If ever
you should have any scraps for the
Bete du Bon Dleu"
And she entered, followed by a cat
larger than any I had ever believed
could exist. The beast looked at us
and gave so hopeless a tnlau that I
shuddered. 1 had never beard so
lugubrious a cry.
As If drawn by the cat's cry a man
followed the old woman in. It was
the Green Man. He saluted by rain
ing his band to his cap and seated
himself at a table near to ours.
"A glass of elder. Daddy Matbieu,"
be said.
As the Green Man entered Daddy
Mathleu had started violently, but vis
ibly mastering himself be said:
"I've not more cider. I served the
last bottles to these gentlemen."
"Tben give me a glass of white
wine." said the Green Man without
showing the least surprise.
and return, by getting our
"I've no more white wine no more
anything," said Daddy Mathleu surlily.
"How Is Mme. Mathleu?"
"Quite well, thank you."
So the young woman with the large,
tender eyes whom we had Just seen
was the wife of this repugnant and
brutal rustic, whose jealousy seemed j
to emphasize bis physical ugliness. I
Plammlng the door behind him, the
Innkeeper left the room. Mother i.n- j
genoux was still standing, leaning on ;
her stick, the cnt at her feet. j
"You've been 111, Mother Angeuoux?j
Is that why we huve not seen you for
the last week?" asked the Green Man. j
"Yes M. Keeper. I have been able to '.
get up but three times to go to pray to I
St. Genevieve, our good patroness, and
the rest of the time I have been lying j
on my bed. There was no one to care i
for me but the Bete du Bon Dleu!" j
"Did she not leave you?"
"Neither by day nor by night."
"Are you sure of that?"
"As I am of paradise."
"Then how was It, Mme. Angenoux,
that nil through the night of the mur
der nothing but the cry of the Bete du
Bon Dleu was heard?"
Mother Angenoux planted herself In
front of the forest keeper and struct
the floor with her stick.
"I don't know anything about It."
she said. "But shall I tell you some
thing? There ure no two cats In the
world that cry like that. Well, on the
night of the murder I also heard the
cry of the Bete du Bon Dleu outside
and yet she wus on my knees and did
not mew once, I swear. I crossed my
self when I heard that, as If I had
heard the devil."
I looked at the keeper when he
put the lust question, and I am much
mlstuken If 1 did not detect an evil
smile on his Hps. At that moment the
noise of loud quarreling reached us.
We even thought we heard a dull
sound of blows, as If some one was
being beaten. The Green Man quickly
rose and hurried to the door by the
side of the fireplace, but It wns opened
by the landlord, who appeared and
s:ild to the keeper:
"Don't nlnrni yourself. monKleur. It
is ny wife. She has the toothache."
And he laiifrhcd. "Here. Mother Ange
noux: hero nre some' scraps for your
cat."
He held out a packet to the old wo
man, who tools It eagerly nnd went
out of the door, clocely followed by
her cnt.
"Then you won't serve me?" asked
tho Green Man.
Daddy Mathieu's face wns placid
and no longer retained Its expression
of hatred.
"I've nothing for yen nothing for
you. Take yourself off."
The Green Man quietly refilled his
pipe, lit It, bowed to us at'.d went out.
No sooner was he fiver the t!ireli-ilii
than Daddy Mathleu Flammed the
door after him. nnd. turning toward
us, with eyes blc;.d.;hU und Iroihlug
cheap rate. Go and see
nt the mouth, he hissed to us, shaking
his clinched fist nt the door he had
just shut on the man ha evidently
hated:
"I don't know who you are who tell
mo 'We shall have to eat red meat
now,' but if It will interest you to
know IJ that man is the murderer!"
With 'which words Daddy Mathleu
Immediately left us. Rouletabille re
turned toward the tlrepluce und said:
"Now we'll grill our steak. How do
you like the cider? It's a little tart
but I like It."
We saw no more of Duddy Mathleu
that day, und ubsolute silence reigned
In the Inn when we left it after plac
ing & francs on the tnblu in payment
for our feast.
Kouletublllo nt once set off on a
three mile walk around Professor
Staugeraon's estate. He hulted for
some ten minutes ut the corner of a
narrow road black with soot near to
some charcoal burners' huts In the
forest of St. Genevieve, which touches
on the road from F.piuuy to Cor
bell, to tell me that the murderer
had certainly passed thut way before
entering the grounds und concealing
himself In the little clump of trees.
"You don't think, then, thut the
keeper knows uuytliing of It?" I usked.
"We shall see thut later," he replied.
"For the present I'm not Interested In
what the landlord said ubout the r.mu.
The landlord hates him. 1 didn't ti.:.e
you to breakfast ut the Donjon lnu
for the sake of the Green Man."
Then ltouletabllle, with greut pre
caution, glided, followed by me, to
ward the little building which, stand
ing near the park guto, served for the
home of (lie concierges who had been
urre.steJ that morning. With the skill
of e n acrobat he got Into the lodge by
un U ;ier v.i:ulow which hud been left
open und returned ten minutes later,
lie said only "All!" u word which In
his mouth blguilied many things.
We were about lo take the roud lend
ing to the chateau when u considerable
stir nt the park gate attracted our at
tention. A carriage hud arrived, and
some people had come from the chu
teau to meet It. Itouletnbllle pointed
out to me a gentleman who descended
from it.
"That's the chief of the Paris po
lice," bo snld. "Now wo shall see
what Frederic I.arsan bus up his
sleeve nnd whether he Is so much clev
erer than anybody else."
The carriage of the chief wns follow
ed by three other vehicles containing
reporters, who were nlso desirous of
( nterlng the park. But two gendarmes
r.tutloned nt the gate bad evidently
received orders to refuse admission to
anybody. The chief of police calmed
their Impatience by undertaking to
furnish to the press that evening all
the Information he could give that
would not Interfere with the judlclul
Inquiry.
to ok continued.)
Alberta now.
Or J. E. Reynolds, La Grande, Oregon.
Information Concerning Eighth Grade
Final Examinations,
1. Dates:
Three examinations annually. Each
county superintendent to select
months for his county.
(a) January 21-22, 1909.
tb) May 13-14, 1939.
e) June 10-11, 1909.
(d) September 2-3, 1909.
2. Program :
(a) Thursdays Arithmetic, Writ
ing, History, and Civil Govern
mont.
(b) Fridays Grammar, Physiol
ogy, Geography, and Spelling
3. Sources of Questions:
(a) Civil Government i'i.
States Constitution.
(b) Geography Slate i
of Study: Redway and HI. no
Natural School Geography.
(c) History List of topics
History Out'ine in State
of Study and Current livn r
(d) Language Uuehlei a
English Grammar, no li
mlng.
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