Detective and mystery stories; Rouletabille, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
But upon the threshold of the apartment, I jostled against the Lady
in Black and her son who were passing out. They were both so silent
and wore an expression so unexpected to me who had overheard their
exclamations of love and joy only a few moments before that I stood
before them without saying a word or making a movement. The extremity
which induced Mme. Darzac to leave Rouletabille so soon under such
extraordinary circumstances as those which had attended their reunion,
puzzled me so greatly that I could not find words to say what I
thought and the submission of Rouletabille in taking leave of her so
quickly amazed me. Mathilde pressed a kiss upon the lad’s forehead and
murmured: “Good-night, my darling,” in a voice so soft, so sweet and
at the same time so solemn that it seemed to me that it must resemble
the leave-taking of one who was about to die. Rouletabille, without
answering his mother, took my arm and led me out of the tower. He was
trembling like a leaf.
It was the Lady in Black herself who closed the door of the Square
Tower. I was sure that something strange was passing within those
walls. The account of the pistol shot which had been given me satisfied
me not at all; and it is not to be doubted that Rouletabille would have
agreed with me if his reasoning powers and his heart had not been giddy
from the scene which had taken place between the Lady in Black and
himself. And then, after all, how did I know that Rouletabille did not
agree with me? We had scarcely gotten outside the Square Tower before
I demanded of Rouletabille the meaning of his strange manner. I drew
him into that corner of the parapet which joins the Square Tower to the
Round Tower in the angle formed by the jutting out of the Square Tower
upon the court.
The reporter, who had allowed me as docilely as a little child to lead
him wherever I would, spoke to me in a low tone:
“Sainclair, I have sworn to my mother that I will see nothing or hear
nothing of that which may pass this night in the Square Tower. It is
the first promise that I have made to my mother, Sainclair; but I will
break it for her sake just as I would give up my hope of heaven for
her. I must see and I must hear!”
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