Detective and mystery stories; Reporters and reporting -- Fiction; Rouletabille, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“Having indicated to Daddy Jacques the post he was to occupy, and
having seen him take up his position, I placed Monsieur Stangerson
on the landing at the head of the stairs not far from the door of
his daughter’s ante-room. Everything led me to suppose that when
I surprised the murderer in the room, he would run by way of the
ante-room, rather than the boudoir, where the women were, and of which
the door must have been locked by Mademoiselle Stangerson herself if,
as I thought, she had taken refuge in the boudoir for the purpose
of avoiding the murderer who was coming to see her. In any case, he
must return to the gallery where my people were awaiting him at every
possible issue.
“On coming there, he would see on his left, Monsieur Stangerson; he
would turn to the right, towards the ‘off-turning’ gallery—the way he
had pre-arranged for flight, where, at the intersection of the two
galleries, he would see at once, as I have explained, on his left,
Frédéric Larsan at the end of the ‘off-turning’ gallery, and in front,
Daddy Jacques, at the end of the ‘right’ gallery. Monsieur Stangerson
and myself would arrive by way of the back of the château.—He is
ours!—He can no longer escape us! I was sure of that.
“The plan I had formed seemed to me the best, the surest, and the most
simple. It would, no doubt, have been simpler still, if we had been
able to place some one directly behind the door of Mademoiselle’s
boudoir, which opened out of her bedchamber, and, in that way, had
been in a position to besiege the two doors of the room in which the
man was. But we could not penetrate the boudoir except by way of the
drawing-room, the door of which had been locked on the inside by
Mademoiselle Stangerson. But even if I had had the free disposition
of the boudoir, I should have held to the plan I had formed; because
any other plan of attack would have separated us at the moment of the
struggle with the man, while my plan united us all for the attack, at
a spot which I had selected with almost mathematical precision,—the
intersection of the two galleries.
“Having so placed my people, I again left the château, hurried to my
ladder, and, replacing it, climbed up, revolver in hand.
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