Detective and mystery stories; Reporters and reporting -- Fiction; Rouletabille, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
I was soon to play the part of a spy—a common policeman. I wonder
what my leader at the bar would have said had he known! I was not
altogether pleased with my duties, but I could not refuse Rouletabille
the assistance he had begged me to give him. I took care not to make
him see that I in the least objected, and for several reasons. I wanted
to oblige him; I did not wish him to think me a coward; I was filled
with curiosity; and it was too late for me to draw back, even had I
determined to do so. That I had not had these scruples sooner was
because my curiosity had quite got the better of me. I might also urge
that I was helping to save the life of a woman, and even a lawyer may
do that conscientiously.
We returned along the gallery. On reaching the door of Mademoiselle
Stangerson’s apartment, it opened from a push given by the steward who
was waiting at the dinner-table. (Monsieur Stangerson had, for the
last three days, dined with his daughter in the drawing-room on the
first floor.) As the door remained open, we distinctly saw Mademoiselle
Stangerson, taking advantage of the steward’s absence, and while her
father was stooping to pick up something he had let fall, pour the
contents of a phial into Monsieur Stangerson’s glass.
Chapter XXI
On the Watch
The act, which staggered me, did not appear to affect Rouletabille
much. We returned to his room and, without even referring to what we
had seen, he gave me his final instructions for the night. First we
were to go to dinner; after dinner, I was to take my stand in the dark
closet and wait there as long as it was necessary—to look out for what
might happen.
“If you _see_ anything before I do,” he explained, “you must let me
know. If the man gets into the ‘right’ gallery by any other way than
the ‘off-turning’ gallery, you will see him before I shall, because
you have a view along the whole length of the ‘right’ gallery, while I
can only command a view of the ‘off-turning’ gallery. All you need do
to let me know is to undo the cord holding the curtain of the ‘right’
gallery window, nearest to the dark closet. The curtain will fall of
itself and immediately leave a square of shadow where previously there
had been a square of light. To do this, you need but stretch your hand
out of the closet, I shall understand your signal perfectly.”
“And then?”
“Then you will see me coming round the corner of the ‘off-turning’
gallery.”
“What am I to do then?”
“You will immediately come towards me, behind the man; but I shall
already be upon him, and shall have seen his face.”
I attempted a feeble smile.
“Why do you smile? Well, you may smile while you have the chance, but I
swear you’ll have no time for that a few hours from now.”
“And if the man escapes?”
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