Detective and mystery stories; Reporters and reporting -- Fiction; Rouletabille, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“He had not specially ‘made up’ as Darzac to buy the cane; he had come
straight to Cassette’s immediately after he had attacked Mademoiselle
Stangerson. His wound was troubling him and, as he was passing along
the Avenue de l’Opera, the idea of the cane came to his mind and he
acted on it. It was then eight o’clock. And I, who had hit upon the
very hour of the occurrence of the tragedy, almost convinced that
Darzac was not the criminal, and knowing of the cane, I still never
suspected Larsan. There are times . . .”
“There are times,” I said, “when the greatest intellects . . .”
Rouletabille shut my mouth. I still continued to joke him, but, finding
he did not reply, I saw he was no longer paying any attention to what I
was saying. I found he was fast asleep.
Chapter XXIX
The Mystery of Mademoiselle Stangerson
During the days that followed I had several opportunities to question
him as to his reason for his voyage to America, but I obtained no more
precise answers than he had given me on the evening of the adjournment
of the trial, when we were on the train for Paris. One day, however, on
my still pressing him, he said:
“Can’t you understand that I had to know Larsan’s true personality?”
“No doubt,” I said, “but why did you go to America to find that out?”
He sat smoking his pipe, and made no further reply. I began to see that
I was touching on the secret that concerned Mademoiselle Stangerson.
Rouletabille evidently had found it necessary to go to America to
find out what the mysterious tie was that bound her to Larsan by so
strange and terrible a bond. In America he had learned who Larsan was
and had obtained information which closed his mouth. He had been to
Philadelphia.
And now, what was this mystery which held Mademoiselle Stangerson and
Monsieur Robert Darzac in so inexplicable a silence? After so many
years and the publicity given the case by a curious and shameless
press; now that Monsieur Stangerson knows all and has forgiven all;
all may be told. In every phase of this remarkable story Mademoiselle
Stangerson had always been the sufferer.
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