Image provided by: Eugene Water & Electric Board; Eugene, OR
About Eugene weekly guard. (Eugene, Or.) 190?-1910 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 28, 1909)
THE EI GENE WEEKLY Gl'A RI». THITLSDAY, JAM Ain' 2N. tl»n» if —- By GASTON LEROUX Stand as lulmts, Martin Hewitt, Dapin, Vidocq, and all the crew ffamous detective» of fiction ^history.' Enter Joseph Rou. im J i /Z*. reporter-detective, su- ¡nor to you all in the faculties fobserving everything, remem- rinJ everything, deducing all facts that thr w light on his ties. Before Routeiabilla [pro meed Rule-ta-bee solved the list-ry of the Yellow Room he dj/.town to the P^.-is police tamcrvel of reasoning power, Hhough he ao only a boy in ten. With i'u solution of the tmousStang- raon enigma he be- ime a national figure i.i the lit- fttare of P, i u.e. 4s such we ttrcfxe /»./.i > j < ur readers. CHAPTER 1 |n Which We Begin Understand. Not permlt to communicate” for the prto- on of Maxas or for Baint-Laxare lb had. as they say, "a tood nut." lie seemed to have takeu his bead, round as a bullet, oat of a box of marbles, aud it is from that, 1 think. that Ids comrades of the press, all determined billiard players, bad given him that al, kname, which was to stick to him and be made Illustrious by him. lie was always as red us a tomato, now gay as a lark, now grave as a Judge. COPYRIGHT. 1908, How while still so young be was only BY BRENTANO’S sixteen aud a half years ekl when 1 saw hint for the first time— bad be al ready won his way on the press? That was Wtgu everybody who came 1 Ion there—M. Stangerson and I. Xfe Into eontact with him might have ask I made no noise He was seated at bls 'i desk. As for me. I was sitting on a í the door, whicn is natritr sn.T on th» ed if they bad not known lila history. threshold of which the concierge stood At the time of the affair of the woman I chair, having finished my work and. with tbe lamp while lier husband anJ cut In pieces in the Rue Oberakampf. I looking at him, I said to myself: I searched for him in every corner of another forgotten story, he bad takeu : "What a man! What intelligence! j What knowledge!" I attach impor- the little room, where It is Iriposslb’e for to one of the editors of the Epoque, a any one to hide himself. Thedoor will b paper then rivaling the Matin for in . tance to tbe fact thnt we made no hnl been forced open against tbe wall formation, the left foot, which was noise: for, because of that, the assassin coelil not conceal anything behind I h missing from the basket in which the yertalnly thought tint we tad left the as v.e nssureil ourselves. By the w! grewsome remains were discovered. place. And. suddenly, while the cuck<>" daw. still In every wav sc. rrvd. : For this left foot the police had been was sounding the half after midnight, flight had been p>wllile. What then’ vainly searching for a week, and young a desperate clamor broke out In the “ ‘Ent we dis, ■ vered my rov< Ivor . 'y Eouletabllle bad found it in a drain yellow room. where nobody had thought of looking It was the voice of the floor—yc my revolver! Ch. t‘" tiindcmoiselle, crying “Murder—inur- l>rt>u :ht me back to the reality! for it. To do that he had dressed him ler—help!" self as an extra sewer man, one of a Iminedintely after’v u.l de II would rot hnve needed to revolver shots rang out. and then »a number engaged by the administration t:iy revolver to kill r.iademoise!' ■ been there had I I- t of the city of Paris owing to an over j giat notoe of tr' lo. and furn'tvre man who I flow of the Seine. l.c! ;g thrown to th .' ground, as if In irone up to u:y attic and takdi r. Wlwn the editor in chief was in pos the course of a struggle, and ag a in the volver from the drawer where I l ept voice of mademoiselle <■ tiling, "Mur- It. We then ascertained, by countin': session of the precious foot and In the cartridges, thnt the assassin had formed as to the train of Intelligent der- help—papa j apa!" - “’You may be sure that we qubkly fired two shots. Ah. it was fortunate deductions the boy had been led to sprang up and that M. Stangerson for me thnt M. Stnngcrsoji was in the make he was divided between the ad and I titrow ourselves upon the door !abi rntory when the affair took place miration he felt for such detective But. alas, it was looked, fast locked and had seen with his own eyes that 1 cunning In a brain of a lad of sixteen was there with him. for otherwise, years and delight at being able to ex on the inside by tbe cure , f tnadetnoi hibit In the “morgue window” of his sclle. ns I hnve told yon. with key an,1, with this business of my revojver. I paper the left foot of the Rue Obers- don't know where we should have bolt. IVe tried to force It open, but it remained firm. M. Stangerson was like lieen—I should now lie under lock and kampf. The boy faced reporter speedily a madman, nr.d. truly, it was enough liar.' " The editor of the Matin added to this made many friends, for he was serv to make him cue. for we beard niade- iceable and gifted with a good humor nhtlsel e still calling “Help, help!" M interview the following lines: “We have, without Interrupting h!m that enchanted the most severe tem Stangerson > howered terrible blow« ■— n!!< wed Daddy Jncques to recount to pered and disarmed the most xealous the door ami wept with rnge and sot. us roughly all he knows about the of his companions. He began to win bed with despair anil helplessness. crime of the yellow room We have a reputation as an unraveler of intri “‘It wn-t t!r-n thet I ' <1 ::n l:sp'.ra renr< ducetl It In his own words, only cate and obscure affairs which found tlon. "T’: «a :: ■ ■ bare n snaring the render the continual limcn- Its way to the office of the chief of tered by ti e w •. !" 1 er! i! "! w!!, tatl ns with which lie gartilshod his police. When a case was worth the go to the wit <1 w!" . i. ! I ri:- h<<! fr in r.arrath e. We should have liked to trouble and Rouletabllle—he hail al the pavilion iu:d r .n li ■ < ne oat of I fit r '::o further questions to Daddy ready been given bis nickname had hl.. t;;i;nl. J.v ques. 1 ”t the Inquiry of the exam been started on the scent by ills editor “’Th" lir : ir•'hoi was thnt the win 1’l"ig magi rate, which Is being car in chief he often got the better of the dow of the v 'llow fcom !■ oks ent in ried ou nt the chati in, make# ft Pn- most fa mouse detectives. It was at the Bar cafe that I became such a v "y th "t the p-rh will, wlijch I si! le for us to rain admission nt abut« on t’’" o n Ilion, prevented my nt t’:o Glandler, and. ns to the oak wood. Intimately acquainted with him. Crim on?e reaching th" wltwlo-..-. To get up It Is gvnrded by a wide circle of police- inal lawyers and journalists are not to ft cue ! s ,,t t> g > out of I' • i : ■■"i who are Jealously watching al! enemies; the former need advertise park. I f.vi toward tbe gate and on traces that can lead to tbe pav!’!-ti ment, the latter information. We chat :ny way met Bernier and his wife, the at <1 that t '.ay perhaps lend to tlie i .I. h - ted together, and I soon warmed to ward him—bls intelligence was so gate keepers, who had lieen attracted eover.v of tbe assassin. "We have also wished to c,’J”stlon keen and so original, and he had a by the pistol reports and by our cries, In a few words I told them what had the (omi t" •«. but t'i»y are Invlsllil* quality of thought such as I have happened and directed the concierge Finally, we have waited in a roadside never found In any other person. Nearly two years passed In this way, to Join M. Stangerson with all speed, b n. not far from the gate of the cha while Ills wife came with me to open teau. for the departure of Monsieur de and the better I kuew him the more I the park gnte. Five mlnytes later she Marquet. tlie uingistrate of Corbell. At learned to love him, for hi spite of his careless extravagance I had discovered and I were before the window of the half past 5 we saw him mid Ills clef'i in him what was, considering his age. and. before he was able to enter his yellow room. an extraordinary seriousness of mind. “ The moon was shining brightly, earrln■ e. h»<1 an opportunity to ask Accustomed as 1 was to seeing him and I saw dourly that no one laid him the following question: “ ’Can you. Monsieur de Marquet. gay, and, indeed, often too gay. 1 touched the window Not only were would many times find him plunged in tbe bars that protect It Intact, but the **ye i12-T infon.union a., to thl.i ;if- fair, without iiiconvenleuce to the the deepest meiaucholy. 1 tried then blinds Inside of them wore drawn. to question him as to the cau.se of this I had iayself drawn them early in ths course of your inquiry?" change of humor, but eticb time lie ‘ “ It Is ImjxMwllile for us to do If. ’ avenin*;, as I did every day. though laughed and made me no answer. One mademoiselle, knowing that I wna replied Monsieur de Marquet. "I can day, having questioned him about his only say that it is the strangest affair tired from the heavy work 1 had been parents, of whom lie never spoke, lie doing, had begged me not to trouble I hare ever known. The more we left me, pretending not to have heard think we know something, the further myself, but leave her to do It. and they what I said. were Just as I had loft them, fastened we are from knowing anything!’ While things were in this state be “ We asked Monsieur de Marquet to with nn Iron catch on the Inside. The tween us the famous case of "the yel lie good enough to explain his Inst assassin, therefore, could not hnve low room” took place. It was tills passed either in or out that way, but wools, and this is what he said, tbe case which was to rank him as the Importance of which no one will fall to leading newspaper reporter and to ob neither could I get lu. recognize: tain for him the reputation of tiring “ ‘It wn« unfortunate — enough to “ 'If nothing is added to the material the greatest detective In the world. turn one’s brain! The door of the facts so far established. I {ear that the Rouletabllle entered niy room on ill« room loe'.usl on the Inside and the mystery which surrounds the abomina morning of the 2llth of October, 1892- bill’d« on the only u ndow also fast- which Mlle. Stanger- He was looking redder than usual, and d mademoiselle ble crime of ered on the son lias lieen the victim will never his eyes were bulging out of his head, X< ‘ . she had still calling lie brought to light, but It to to be as the phrase is. and altogether be ap coast d to it ho|H'd. for the sake of our human rea pea re 1 to be in a state of extreme ex L i;’- Di’! 1 son, tlist the examination of tbe walls, cltement. He waved the Matin with t'-.c | avfilcn. anil of the ceiling of the yellow room— a trembling hand and cried: doer an examination which I shall tomor "Well, my dear Sainclalr, have you rge 1 hurried back "’With tl:" < or row intrust to tbe builder who con rend it?" i.< d<< r. la spite of structed tlie pavilion four years ago— to the pavilio": “The Glandler crime T th.1 furious alkm s of M. Stangerson will afford us the proof that may not “Yes: ‘the yellow room!’ What do and Bernier to burst It open, was still discourage us. For tbe problem Is you think of it?” gave bolding firm, but nt length It this: We know by what way the as "I think that It must have been the way before our united efforts, and sassin gained admission—he entered by devil or ‘the Bote <lu Bon Dleu’ that then n hat a sight met our eyes! I tlie door and hid himself under the committed the crime.” should tell you that, behind us, the bed, awaiting Mlle. Stangerson. But “Be serious!" concierge held the laboratory lamp— how did be leave? How did he "Well. I don’t mnch !:.->'1nve In tnttr- a powerful lamp that lit the whole escape? if no trap, no secret door, borers who make their escape through chamber. no hiding place, no opening of any «ort walla of solid brick. I think Daddy *“1 must also tell you, monsieur, Is found: If the examination of the Jacques did wrong to leave behind him that the yellow room is a very small walls even to the demolition of Uie the weapon with which the crime was room. Mademoiselle bad furnished It pavilion does not reveal any passage committed, and. ns he occupied the at with a fairly large iron bedstead, a practicable—not only for a human be tic Immediately nlmve Mlle. Stanger small table, a dressing table and two ing. i>ut for any being whatsoever—If son's room, the builder’s job ordered by chairs. By tbe light of ' the big ' lamp ----- tbe celling shows no cracks. If the the examining magistrate will give us we saw all nt a glance. Mademoiselle, floor hides no underground passage, the key of the enigma, and It will not ia her nightdress, was lying on tbe one must really believe In the devil!' be long before we learn by what natu “Wo wanted to know what Daddy ral trap or by what secret door the old floor in the midst of the greatest dis Tables and chairs bad been Jacques meant by the cry of ’ the Bete order, fellow was able to slip In and out and overthrown, showing that there hr.d du Bon Dleu' Tbe landlord of tbe return Immediately to the laboratory Mademoiselle been a violent struggle. D nj<>n inn explained to us that It Is to M. Stangerson without hla absence had certainly l>een dragged from her tbe particularly sinister cry wulch Is ^d. She was covered || with blood - at 1 uttered sometimes at night by the eat being noticed. That, of course, la only of finger nails on of an old woman -Mother Angenoux. an hypothesis.” bad terrible marks Rouletabllle sat down In an armchair, her throat, tbe flesh of her ne k hav an «'.■• 1» called in the country Moth lit his pipe, which he wan never with, ______ torn ‘ by 7 the nails, er . genoux is a sort of saint, wbo ing been almost out. smoked for a few minutes In si a wound on the right temple a Ilves In a hut in the heart of the forest From i t of lr d ru'i down and not far from the grotto of Salnte-Gene- lence- no doubt to calm the excitement stream _ blood . which visibly dominated him am! then mad.* a little pool on the fl sir W lien rteve." replied: In coorlrsion and at a late hour the M. Stangerson saw his daughter In •'No trap will tie found, and the mys that state he threw M.uself on Ills same J urr.al announcsd that tbe chief terr of the yellow room will become ■ring a cry of of the Paris police had telegraphed to knees beside , her. u more and more mysterious That's despair. He ascertai d that «be still the famous detective Frederic I.srsan. why It Interests me. The examining wh ■ had t*en sent to D-don for an breathed. magistrate to right. Nothing stranger affair of stolen se> arlHe». to return " "But how to explain than this crime has ever !>een known " not there, that be had already es< * Immediately to Paris. "Have yon any Idea of the way by It pssaes all Imagination. Nob«» which the murderer escafied?" I naked «1er the bed. nobody behind the "None." replied Rouletabllle. "none, CHAPTER II ture! All that wp discovered for the present. But I have an Idea as traces, blood stal m * i | mnrks of n to the revolver The murderer did not in Which Jo«-;h Rouletabille Ao- the walls and < large hand on nee it " with pears For the First Time. door. a bljr hiindk*»r<'bfef re! “Good heavens! By whom. then, r InitiaiM. an o blood without an.v wan It used’" font marks of t and many fresh 1 Joseph Rotilota- "Why. by Mlle, ftangerson " on the floor—footn narkM of a mai r» ed Itnleta-t.ee | “1 don’t understand, or. rather. I have large feet whose boot soles ha<l ns a young re- never understood." I said sort of sooty linpresst"n Hov tbnt time I was Ronlctabtlle nhrngged his sbouMem van this man got away? flow bad b Inner at the bar and often met "Is there nothing In thta article In I"»!! I forget • >•»«,... nxnsieur -— . that toticd? Don't n the corridors of examining the Matin by wMeh yore were parvlr« tn th* rvlînw thw* Is » iid nn cMnney cl to get a torly arwt” coniff not here e*r*p*4 by maglstntree when I tad mom He I________ to yellov room!" Who now mreuietubers this affair which caused so much ink to flow? On the 25th of October. 1892, L”“' . ed in i he lat ■edition of the Temps: ri frightful crime has lieen cominit- bf.the Chateau <lu Glandler, on tbe Pi.t of the forest "f Sainte Gene- bte, above Epiuay-sur-Orge. at the he of Professor Stangerson. In the *t while tbe master was working di> l.boratory. an attempt was made | a... -.siiiate Mlle. Stangerson, who is sleeping in 'the yellow* room,’ a Knbit adjoining this laboratory, td.uoro do not answer for the life IKle. Stangerson." Tl Impre-siou made on Paris by fe^ev.s may be easily imagined. Al ky ut that time the learned world L deeply Interested in the labors of ■lessor Stangerson aud his daugh- ! These labors— the first that were fcped lu radiography—served to )ei tbe way for M. and Mme. Curie I the discovery of radium. It was tpeted the professor would shortly M to tbe Academy of Sciences a sen- ■ral paper ou his new theory, the k tiation nf matter, a theory des- hei tv overthrow from its bane tlie b.e ut offl tial science, which baaed Kt on the principle of the c<w»serv»- ■ of energy. btt!’<' following day the newspapers t fell of the tragedy. The Matin R. . 1 the following article, entitled i hpematnral Crime." T are the only details," wrote i onymotis writer In th«* Matin, to have Den able to obtain concern- Itbe rime of tbe Chateau du Glati- Tbe state cf despair In will !i to« r gtangerson Is plunged nnd Itopotslbfilly of getting any Infor pon from the lips of the victim •t tendered our investigations and of justice so dlfd ult that at P’t we cannot i. rm the least 1 ’.er. r passed in "the yellow room’ ■W h Mlle. Stangerson. in her night to was found lying on tlie floor iu Monies#f death. We hive at least B «hie to Interview Daddy Jacques, to is calleil in the country, an old in the Stangerson family, tol Jscqnos entered 'the yellow re it tbe same time as the profes- • This chamlier adjoins the labo- PT. Laboratory and yellow room I? ‘ p,T,11°" at the Olid of the ■•"Ut a thousand feet from tlie Mt was half past 12 at night,’ this fest old man told us, 'ami I was In hhboratory, where M Stangerson (•’till working, when the thing liap- pto. I hot to inlng and put- Rhatraments in ord« ill the even- ■•Hwuwaltl-z f< r "1 Stang TS'in to bed. Mlle. Stangerson had Ptiwithber f i:..i : :■ to midnight. p the twelve strokes of midnight Rbeen innndeil by (lie ■ uckoo clock labnrati r' •......... kissed M totowon and Pmc m good nig'it L* "Gootl night. Daddy R**5-' •• «he passed Into the yel- L1**. We beard her lock the to md ___ «boot _ vor • -■> that that I no It. and so ■* M “ o<X b<;p ' langtitng said ...J to ■►w: There's rag ’ .__ •— - P’Wnt herself mademoiselle In She must dou- l>e "1 "Ibe Bete du Bon Dietl ” nl r-«>nr <fld not even hear me. he r *■ ieepiy absorbed In what .*. w *•«•». he ---------------------- fl" w* heard the ■'. r?*tní ,,f • ■ cat. "Is that »•*» nr I awake e ai! night?" I for i i must tel! yon. th»< ‘ ‘ •la«»«, ’b” ,‘n'1 ”f Ob’bcr ’» attic of t" pavilion over mom at ms demoiselle lef.' i" through the L -1!» Ineel- hark ît was the prll? to spend the • the toritfou. Xo doubt It tnor„ ■«Ses f heerful than tbe • toft « V* f "”r years It b«d ‘•••wiJL t'"‘1 nPTpr fa'’ed I» J * *n th* "prln'r ^NtstM s, •Inter mademoi- tofcwul" Stesti, for there X*!iow mom •»xtag to the pavi'. f I >le of t Hl w P'J ** cute me. gent' L reserved. ?n this ci e t "That's t V ara Ff et- thing lu th«' "Really And the 4t r "The bolt?" i. “Yea. the twill, also inside the r< still further protection ugal hist < Mlle. Stnngerson took quite te ex tn r dlnnry precautions It Is < ! !ea'« pu > (<» to i i< that she feared some one 'l’att v. :s why she took such precautions-even Daddy Jacques' revolver without tell ing him of It. No doubt she d.du't wish to alarm anybody and. lensr of all. her father. What she drem.Vd took place, and she defeuded lieraelX There was a struggle, aud she use«» tbe revolver skillfully enough to wound tbe assassin In tbe hand, which ex plains the impression on the wall and on the door of the large, blood stained band of the man who was searching for a means of exit from the chamber But she didn't tire soon enough to avoid the terrible blow on the right temple.” "Then the wound on the temple was not done with the revolver?" "The paper doesn't say it was. and I don't think It was. Iwcnnse logically It appears to me that the revolver v is used by Mlle. Stangerson against the assassin. Now. wliat w.-apon did the murderer use? The blow on the tem ple seems to show that the murderer wished to stun Mlle. Stangerson after he had unsuccessfully tried to strangle her. He must have known that the attic was Inhabited by Daddy Jacques and thnt was one of the reasons. I think, why he must have used a quiet weapon—a life preserver or a liam- mer.” “All that doesn't explain bow the murderer got out of the yellow room,” I observed. "Evidently,” replied liouletnbllle, ris ing, "and that is what has to be ex plained. 1 am going to tbe Chateau du Glandler and have come to neo whether you will go with me.” “I?" "Yes, my boy, 1 want you. The Bpoque has definitely intrusted this case to i me. and I must clear it up aa quickly as possible.” "But in wliat way ran 1 be of any use to you?" “M. Robert Darzac Is at tbo Chateau du Glandler.” “That's true. His despair must be boundless.” “I must have a talk with him.” I knew M. Robert Darzac from bav Ing been of great service to him in a civil action while 1 was acting as sec retary to Maitre Barbet Delatour. M. Robert Darzac. wbo was at that time about forty years of age. was a pro fessor of physics at the Sorbonne. He was Intimately acquainted with the Stangerson« and after an assiduous seven years' courtship of the daugh ter had been on the point of marrying her. In spite of the fact that she bad become, as the phrase goes, “a person of a certain age." she was still re- markably good l<a>klng. While I was dressing I called out to Rouletabllle. who was Impatiently moving about my sitting room: “Hare you any Idea aa to the mur- derer's station in life?” “Yes." he replied. "I think If be Isn't n man in mwlety. he Is nt least a man belonging to the upper class. But that, again. Is only nn impression.” “What has led you to form It?" "Well, the greasy cap. the common handkerchief and the marks of the rough lioots on the floor." he replied. "1 understand.” I said. "Murderers don't leave traces behind them which tell tbe truth." “We shall make something out of yon yet. my dear Sainclalr.” concluded Rouletabllle. CHAPTER III ••A Man lias Passed Like a Shadow Through the Blinds.** i ai. ! t ». • ‘and 1 ,\f d • .V word very ma, it y lu» has in -Ah: Ills lu, qulry, pray i ht absolutely a iuati,*r of to me. 1 am no scavenger of odds and euds." he went ou, with infinite contempt iu bis lower lip; "1 am a tbv- atrkal re|M>rter, and this evening 1 shall have to give a little aivount of tbe play at I be Scala.” “(id In. sir. please." said rhe regis trar Rouletabille was already In the com partaient I went in attar him ami seated tuyself by bis side. The re;.:!« trar follow«! and closed the carriage door. M. de Marquet looked at him. "Ah. sir." Rouletabllle t>egnn. "yiwi must not lie angry uilh M. Malelne It Is not with M. de Marquet tliat 1 tie sire to have tbe liouor of speaking. 1 tit with M. "Castlgat Rldeudo.’ l'eruilt me to congratulate you personally, as well as the writer for tbe Epoque." Am. Rouletabille, having first lntro<luc«i me. introduce«! himself. M. de Marquet. with a nervous ges ture. caressed his beard into a point. "The work of the dramatic author may interfere," he said, after a slight hesitation, "with that of the magis trate. especially in a province where one's labors are little more than rou tine." "Oh. you may rely on my discretion!” cried Rouletabllle The train was iu motion. “We have Bturted!" said the examin ing magistrate, surprised at seeing us still in tlie carriage. “Yes, monsieur, truth has started," said Rouletabllle. r nlllug amiably, "on its way to tbe Chateau du Glandler. A fine ease, M. de Marquet, a tine case!" "An obscure. Incredible, uufuthoiii able, inexplicable affair, aud there Is only one thing I fear. M. Rouletal'ille. that the Journalists will be trying to explain It." My friend felt this a rap on Ills knuckles. "Yes." he said simply, "that is to bo feared. They meddle in everything, As for my interest, monsieur. I only re ferred to It by mere chance—the mero chance of finding myself in the sa tue train with you and in tlie same cum- partment of tlie same carriage.” "Where are you going, then?” asked M. de Marquet. "To tlie Chateau du Glandler." re plied Rouletabllle, without turning. “You'll not get in. M. Rouletabiile!” "Will you prevent me?” said my friend, already prepared to fight. "Not I! I ilk«' the press and jour nalists too well to be In any way dis agreeable to them, but M. Stanger son has given orders for his door to be close«! against everybody, and It Is well guard«*d. Not a Journalist was able to pass through the gats of the Gia udler yesterday.” M. de Marquet cotagreneed bis lips and seemed ready to relapoe Into obstinate silence. Ha only relaxed a lltth" when llouletabllle ho loagcr left him In Ignorance of the fact that wo were got :•! to tlie Glandler fol" the purpose of shaking hands with nn ”<■’<1 nnd Intimate friend." M. Robert 1 >a I' zac—a man whom Rouletabllle lind perhaps seen ctlre In his life. "Poor Robert!" continued the yott'ig reporter, "this dn-adful affair may li • his < 'nth he I h ho deeply in love ivIHi Mlle Stangerson It Is to Is* h< ;■ <1 that Mlle Stangerson's life will lie save«! " “I.ct us hope so. I!cr father t< I.i in ♦ yesterday that if she dies not r> over It will not I m » long Refer.» hi* John *r in the gTnvi* Wlnit : ■! rtlrn! loss to Mrience Ills death v.ould Iw!” "The wound on her temple Is Merlon* Is I: not?w “Evidently, but by it wonderful chilli««' it li is not proved mortal Th" blow was given with great for""” “Then It was not witli tlie revolver she wiis wounded." said llouletablll«', glancing at me in triumph. M de Marquet appeared greatly em barraRsed. “I didn’t say anything. I don't want to nay anything. I will not say any thing," lie said. And he turned toward hla registrar an If he no longer knew us. But Rouletabllle was not to be ao easily shaken off. He moved nearer to tbe examining magistrate and. draw ing a copy of the Matin from hla pock et, he ahowed It to him and said: ‘There Is one thing, monsieur, which I may Inquire of you without commit ting an India« retiori You have, of course, seen the account given In Matin? It is absurd. Is It not?" “Not In the slightest, monsieur." "What! Tbe yellow room has but one liar red window, the lairs of which have not been moved, and only one door, which had to I m * broken open, and tbe assassin was not found!" "That's so. monsieur; that's so. That's how the matter stands.*’ Rouletabllle said no more but plung ed into thought. A quarter of an hour thus passed turning back to himself again, he said, aihlreealng tbe magistrate: "How did Mlle Stangerson wear her hair on that evening?" "I don't know." replied M de Mar quet “That's a very Important point." said Rouletabllle "Her hair was done up in bands, wasn't It? 1 feel sure that on that evening, tbe evening of tbe «rime she had her hair arranged li. bands " ALF an hour later Rouletabille and I were ou the platform of the Orleans station, awaiting the departure of the train which was to take us to Eplnay-sur Orge. On the platform we found M. de Marquet and his registrar, who repre sented the Judicial court of Corbell. M. de Marquet hail spent the night in Paris, assisting in the final rehearsal at the Scala of a little play of which he was the unknown author, signing himself simply “Castlgat llidendo." M Marquet was beginning to be a "noble old gentleman." "Generally be was extremely polite and full of gay humor and In all his life had had but one passion that of dramatic art Because of the mystery which shrouded It the case of tbe yellow room was certain to fascinate so the- atrlcal a mind. At tbe moment of meeting hlm I beard M. de Marquet say to tbe regis trar with a slgb: “I hope, my dear M Malelne. this builder with bls pickax will not de stroy so fine a mystery ” "Have no fear." replied M. Malelne. "Ills pickax may demolish tbe pavilion perhaps, but it will leave our case In tact. 1 have sounded tbe walls aud examined tbe celling ami floor, and I know all about M 1 am not to be de celved." Having thus reassured his chief, M Malelne. with a discreet movement of the bead, drew M de Marquet’» atten tion t» ns. Tbe face of that gentle man "lon.lreL and as be saw Route tabltle approaching, hat tn hand be sprang Into one of tbe empty carriages, sarfng half aloud to his registrar as he did so. "Above aH. no journalists’” (Continued Next Week > .M Malelne replied tn the same tone, “I understand." and then tried to pre vent Rouletabllle from entering the For health and happiness—De seme compart meet with tbe examining Witt'« Ldttle Eearjy Riser»—pleae- ■»actor sate aat little U«er pffta. the beet made Bold by al! druggists Daughter's Head Encrusted with Dandruff’ -Feared sheWould Lose her Hair -Many Treatments were Futile—Baby had Milk-Crust. BOTH CHILDREN CURED BY FAMOUS REMEDIES *For y«*an* my husband wm • Mimi«,nary in the Southwwl. and we wer* uving on the of t!*’ desert at an eievati >r» < t nearly five thouNand feet. Every «>ne in Utat high and dry atmooBhere hM more or leux trouble with rtaudruff and my daughter’! ncalp became so rncruMted with >t that I wan alarnh*d foi fear uh» would io*e ad her han. which wh » Tery heavy. After 8|M*nding IjetwiH’n five anti six dollars for varioiui remedi«*, in desperation I bought a cane i f ( uti< ura ap and a box < f ( uticura Ointment. After rub bing the ('uticura Ointment thoroughly into tiie note <.f the hair, 1 gently *• mix*! the cniat of dandruff fret» from Che bi alp. and then gave her head a thorough »hampoo with the (uticura R.»ap, I bis hdt the m alp lieautifully < lean and from dandruff, and after (ho hair «as dry, 1 again rublied the (‘uticura Ointment, thi* time sparingly, into the ro< ts. and 1 am happy to aay that the (uticura Remedies wvere a complete aucceM. Mv trouble« wi»h dandruff were < ver, although for a long time afterward L ««ed tlie Cuti< ura Ointment a« at first, after shampooing, winch kept the analp and root* of the hair moirt. 1 have uaed aucceaafully the ('uticura Remedie« for so-called *milk-cruat* on baby’s head, and have never found anything to equal them. You are at liberty to pubhah thh» ¡ixtae» for I do sincerely believe that the Cuti- cura Remedies are a bleHmng to man kind. Mrs. J A. Darling. 310 Fifth fit . Carthage. Ohio. Jan. 20. IVOS.** Cuticura Ointment i« one of the mo«t tmceesFiful curatives for torturing, din figuring hum« rs < f the «kin and rraip, including h «« < f h«ir, ever comj > n<!< d, in proof of which a »ingle : i inting with it, pro< < ded bv a h t 1 i th with Cuticura S njv and f«llov<d, when nec<*<«carv. bv o mild de se rf Cuticura lb lv» nt (Murid or | il!si ih often «ul’ • ont to aff« id immediate relief of it« h n * burning nnd srnly humor«, ec’z» ’as. it •’ »¡« dm rnd in'rmirptirna, pern t •••- > ' • . nnd J iht to a «pis . !••»• chi n el! • ’-o fail«. Hold t .......... the v • !. Ureter l»ru< <V Chrni ( « ■ • !*■ Li ion, M hs •<* SI.lik’d bits* l lit!« nr.i Book on Skin DkHiaMB. Tb. Boyd Toa wsgoa calls at your doer with C.-eahly roMte«! <<<>tlM. Thoroughly Hffwl while freon. No young graaay cefltoea. A rhih, rn.llow flavor—yoa'U notloa the di/ toraaoo whan you taato it—ripe erul •every—aa ambroaial fulltine, ct flavor that belongs esoinalvely to eu aged eodltoe, freshly ruajifRtod. oownrr an city aoirraa “ Watoh ft the Wagon" BOYD TEA CO. Weila Wall*, w»,* P. R—If ywa have net e.»n o<«r wages oaloaoMMS, aand your eddr»*. »ad wo wfll hero him oall art but outward signs of the evil done in secret by myriads of dan- Jruff germs sapping the life blood of the bair. Micro kills the para* site, vxithes the itching scalp, gives lustre to tbe hair and stops it falling oat A single application gives relief aod proves its worth. Save your hair before too late. Micro prevents baldness. It is a deligtitfal dressing for the uair, free from grease and sticky oils. Ask your druggist for free book let _ HOYT CHEMICAL CO. f_____ toOVTUUflO. •toCQOM Sold in Eugene Dy IV. L. DeLeno