第 13 节
作者:温暖寒冬      更新:2021-02-19 17:35      字数:9322
  daughter and I; to dine there。  At that moment I was spoken to by
  my gamekeeper; who detained me a moment; to ask me to accompany
  him on an urgent tour of inspection in a part of the woods which I
  had decided to thin。  I put this off until the next day; and begged
  him; as he was going by the chateau; to tell the steward that we
  should dine in the laboratory。  He left me; to execute the errand
  and I rejoined my daughter; who was already at work。
  〃Q。  At what hour; mademoiselle; did you go to your chamber while
  your father continued to work there?
  〃A。  At midnight。
  〃Q。  Did Daddy Jacques enter The Yellow Room in the course of
  the evening?
  〃A。  To shut the blinds and light the night…light。
  〃Q。  He saw nothing suspicious?
  〃A。  He would have told us if he had seen。  Daddy Jacques is an
  honest man and very attached to me。
  〃Q。  You affirm; Monsieur Stangerson; that Daddy Jacques remained
  with you all the time you were in the laboratory?
  〃M。  Stangerson。  I am sure of it。  I have no doubt of that。
  〃Q。  When you entered your chamber; mademoiselle; you immediately
  shut the door and locked and bolted it?  That was taking unusual
  precautions; knowing that your father and your servant were there?
  Were you in fear of something; then?
  〃A。  My father would be returning to the chateau and Daddy Jacques
  would be going to his bed。  And; in fact; I did fear something。
  〃Q。  You were so much in fear of something that you borrowed Daddy
  Jacques's revolver without telling him you had done so?
  〃A。  That is true。  I did not wish to alarm anybody; … the more;
  because my fears might have proved to have been foolish。
  〃Q。  What was it you feared?
  〃A。  I hardly know how to tell you。  For several nights; I seemed
  to hear; both in the park and out of the park; round the pavilion;
  unusual sounds; sometimes footsteps; at other times the cracking
  of branches。  The night before the attack on me; when I did not
  get to bed before three o'clock in the morning; on our return from
  the Elysee; I stood for a moment before my window; and I felt sure
  I saw shadows。
  〃Q。  How many?
  〃A。  Two。  They moved round the lake; … then the moon became clouded
  and I lost sight of them。  At this time of the season; every year; I
  have generally returned to my apartment in the chateau for the
  winter; but this year I said to myself that I would not quit the
  pavilion before my father had finished the resume of his works on
  the 'Dissociation of Matter' for the Academy。  I did not wish that
  that important work; which was to have been finished in the course
  of a few days; should be delayed by a change in our daily habit。
  You can well understand that I did not wish to speak of my childish
  fears to my father; nor did I say anything to Daddy Jacques who; I
  knew; would not have been able to hold his tongue。  Knowing that he
  had a revolver in his room; I took advantage of his absence and
  borrowed it; placing it in the drawer of my night…table。
  〃Q。  You know of no enemies you have?
  〃A。  None。
  〃Q。  You understand; mademoiselle; that these precautions are
  calculated to cause surprise?
  〃M。  Stangerson。  Evidently; my child; such precautions are very
  surprising。
  〃A。  No; … because I have told you that I had been uneasy for two
  nights。
  〃M。  Stangerson。  You ought to have told me of that!  This misfortune
  would have been avoided。
  〃Q。  The door of The Yellow Room locked; did you go to bed?
  〃A。  Yes; and; being very tired; I at once went to sleep。
  〃Q。  The night…light was still burning?
  〃A。  Yes; but it gave a very feeble light。
  〃Q。  Then; mademoiselle; tell us what happened。
  〃A。  I do not know whether I had been long asleep; but suddenly I
  awoke … and uttered a loud cry。
  〃M。  Stangerson。  Yes … a horrible cry … 'Murder!' … It still rings
  in my ears。
  〃Q。  You uttered a loud cry?
  〃A。  A man was in my chamber。  He sprang at me and tried to strangle
  me。  I was nearly stifled when suddenly I was able to reach the
  drawer of my night…table and grasp the revolver which I had
  placed in it。  At that moment the man had forced me to the foot
  of my bed and brandished in over my head a sort of mace。  But
  I had fired。  He immediately struck a terrible blow at my head。
  All that; monsieur; passed more rapidly than I can tell it; and
  I know nothing more。
  〃Q。  Nothing?  … Have you no idea as to how the assassin could
  escape from your chamber?
  〃A。  None whatever … I know nothing more。  One does not know what
  is passing around one; when one is unconscious。
  〃Q。  Was the man you saw tall or short; little or big?
  〃A。  I only saw a shadow which appeared to me formidable。
  〃Q。  You cannot give us any indication?
  〃A。  I know nothing more; monsieur; than that a man threw himself
  upon me and that I fired at him。  I know nothing more。〃
  Here the interrogation of Mademoiselle Stangerson concluded。
  Rouletabille waited patiently for Monsieur Robert Darzac; who soon
  appeared。
  》From a room near the chamber of Mademoiselle Stangerson; he had
  heard the interrogatory and now came to recount it to my friend
  with great exactitude; aided by an excellent memory。  His docility
  still surprised me。  Thanks to hasty pencil…notes; he was able to
  reproduce; almost textually; the questions and the answers given。
  It looked as if Monsieur Darzac were being employed as the secretary
  of my young friend and acted as if he could refuse him nothing; nay;
  more; as if under a compulsion to do so。
  The fact of the closed window struck the reporter as it had struck
  the magistrate。  Rouletabille asked Darzac to repeat once more
  Mademoiselle Stangerson's account of how she and her father had
  spent their time on the day of the tragedy; as she had stated it
  to the magistrate。  The circumstance of the dinner in the laboratory
  seemed to interest him in the highest degree; and he had it repeated
  to him three times。  He also wanted to be sure that the forest…keeper
  knew that the professor and his daughter were going to dine in the
  laboratory; and how he had come to know it。
  When Monsieur Darzac had finished; I said: 〃The examination has not
  advanced the problem much。〃
  〃It has put it back;〃 said Monsieur Darzac。
  〃It has thrown light upon it;〃 said Rouletabille; thoughtfully。
  CHAPTER IX
  Reporter and Detective
  The three of us went back towards the pavilion。  At some distance
  from the building the reporter made us stop and; pointing to a small
  clump of trees to the right of us; said:
  〃That's where the murderer came from to get into the pavilion。〃
  As there were other patches of trees of the same sort between the
  great oaks; I asked why the murderer had chosen that one; rather
  than any of the others。  Rouletabille answered me by pointing to
  the path which ran quite close to the thicket to the door of the
  pavilion。
  〃That path is as you see; topped with gravel;〃 he said; 〃the man
  must have passed along it going to the pavilion; since no traces of
  his steps have been found on the soft ground。  The man didn't have
  wings; he walked; but he walked on the gravel which left no
  impression of his tread。  The gravel has; in fact; been trodden by
  many other feet; since the path is the most direct way between the
  pavilion and the chateau。  As to the thicket; made of the sort of
  shrubs that don't flourish in the rough season … laurels and
  fuchsias … it offered the murderer a sufficient hiding…place until
  it was time for him to make his way to the pavilion。  It was while
  hiding in that clump of trees that he saw Monsieur and Mademoiselle
  Stangerson; and then Daddy Jacques; leave the pavilion。  Gravel has
  been spread nearly; very nearly; up to the windows of the pavilion。
  The footprints of a man; parallel with the wall … marks which we
  will examine presently; and which I have already seen … prove that
  he only needed to make one stride to find himself in front of the
  vestibule window; left open by Daddy Jacques。  The man drew himself
  up by his hands and entered the vestibule。〃
  〃After all it is very possible;〃 I said。
  〃After all what?  After all what?〃 cried Rouletabille。
  I begged of him not to be angry; but he was too much irritated to
  listen to me and declared; ironically; that he admired the prudent
  doubt with which certain people approached the most simple problems;
  risking nothing by saying 〃that is so; or 'that is not so。〃 Their
  intelligence would have produced about the same result if nature
  had forgotten to furnish their brain…pan with a little grey matter。
  As I appeared vexed; my young friend took me by the arm and admitted
  that he had not meant that for me; he thought more of me than that。
  〃If I did not reason as I do in regard to this gravel;〃 he went on;
  〃I should have to assume a balloon! … My dear fellow; the science
  of the aerostation of dirigible balloons is not yet developed enough
  for me to consider it and suppose that a murderer would drop from
  the clouds!  So don't say a thing is possible; when it could not be
  otherwise。  We know now how the man entered by the window; and we
  also know the moment at which he entered; … during the five o'cloc