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Rouletabille rose. “When was the last time you washed these tiles?” he asked, and be fixed on Daddy Jacques a most searching look. i “Whyâ€"as I told ~vouâ€"â€"on the day 01 the crime, toward half past 5--while ’mdemoiselle and her father were tak- inga little walk before dinner here in this room. They dined in the labora- 3.9:: The next day the examining magistrate came and saw all the marks there were on the floor as plainly as 11 :they had been made with ink on white :yeper. Well, neither in the laboratory fact in the vestibule, which were both 'as clean as a new pin, were there any m- w: wuoxe of one side of the 121:0. tory was taken up with a lag? whim-ple- “93’. crucibles, ovens and $11 ments as are needed for chemical ex- Williams- I. ““8 the Walls were cabinets, plain .01» 31838 11’0 nted. through which were ' “0h, noth‘mg very important. A drop or blood,” he replied, turning toward Daddy Jacques as he spoke. “While you were washing the laboratory and th'n vestibule was the vestibule win- dow open?" he asked. trm of a man's footmarks. Since they have been found near this win- ‘dow outside, he must have made his ‘way through the ceiling or the yellow room into the attic, then cut his way though the roof and dropped to the ground outside the vestibule window. But there’s no hole, neither in the cefl' f'mg of the yellow room nor in the root at my attic; that’s absotutely certain ‘80. you see, we know nothingâ€"noth- tng. And nothing will ever be known? If: a mystery of the devil’s own mak- Â¥ Bouletabine went down upon his knees grain almost in front of a small lavatory at the back of the vestibule In that position he remained for about a minute. ‘ "Well?” I asked him when he got “No. monsienr, it was closed. But after! had done washing the floor ] ltsome charcoal for monsieur in the laboratory furnace. and as I lit it fit!) old newspapers it smoked, so 1 Med both the windows in the Iabo razor: and this one to make a curren' flair. Then I shut those in the labo Htory and left this one open when I went out. When I returned to the hfllion this window had been closet" M mousieur and mademoiselle were Wgfly at work in the laboratory.” 3 'After a close scrutiny of the little Watery and of the staircase leading “D to the attic Rouletabflleâ€"to whou ,Ve Seemed no longer to existâ€"enteref the laboratory. I followed him. 1 1'3!» I confess, in a state of great ex c“fluent. Robert Darzac lost none 0! i! friend’s movements. As for me W eyes were drawn at once to flu ‘39! the yellow room. It was dose! "I. or Mlle. Stangerson had nt doubtshut it?" : “No doubt.” , :You did not ask them?” mu, as I immediately saw, Darth“? lhattered and on t of commission. y friend, who went about his work methodically, silently studied the room in which we were. It was large and Well lighted, Two big windowsâ€"al- um“ baysâ€"were protected by strong 5°“ bars and looked out upon a wide extent of country. “2’9 Whole of one side of the labora- hey Was taken up with a large chim- cmcmeS, ovens and such imple- Eel?“ as are needed fnr nhomina‘ Av; fin. He has )eft marks enough in makmoiselle’s chamber.” -‘ “Nonsense!” said Daddy Jacques, ‘ «the murderer did no: go that way.” 1 , “Which way did he go, then?" l 5 “How do I know?” ' I i Rouletabille looked at everything, smelled everything. He went down on his knees and rapidly examined eyery ‘ meotthe paving tiles. Daddy Jacques . «at on: i an, you can’t find anything, monâ€" dear. Nothing has been found. And . ”wit is all dirty. Too many persons ' m'e tramped over it. They wouldn‘t p1 me wash it, but on the day of the “me I had washed the floor thor-i , and if the murderer had cross- i edit with his hobnailed boots I should i not have failed to see where he had , Passed through town on Tuedday on follow Will’s exa: their WAV fn annnfn Mn T “’4‘“.- mus”, The Mystery of The Yellow Room By GASTON LEROUX FRIDAY. JULY “Where did the table with the night light standâ€"far from the bed '2” “Some way from the bed.” “Can you light the burner now?" “The lamp is broken and the oil that was in it was spilled when the table was upset. All the rest of the things in the room remain just as they were. I have only to open the blinds for you l to see.” “'Wait.” Rouletabille Went back into the lab- oratory. closed the shutters of the two windows and the door or the ves- tibule. When we were in complete darkness be lit a wax vesta and asked Daddy Jacques to move to the middle of the chamber with it to the man: g tf.«-s:1me paralyzing efl’ect. \I. Dar- i zac’s first anxiety showed itself when i he turned his eyes in the direction of Daddy Jacques. But, occupied as he ‘ was at another window he had seen nothing. Then, tremblingly opening his pocketbook. he put the piece of pa- per into it. sighing, “My God? ! i Rouletabille, who was ferreting 1n the chimney. put his fingers into one of the crucibles. Suddenly he drew himself up and held up a piece of half consumed paper In his hand. He step- ped up to where we were talking by one of the windows. “You don’t know Frederic Larsan. Daddy Jacques, or you wouldn't speak of him in that way.” said Rouletabme in a melancholy (one. "If there is any one who will find the murderer it will be be.” And Rouletabille heaved a deep sigh. “No, young man; I don‘t think so. Mademoiselle always had a night light on her table, and I lit it every even- ]ng before she went to bed. I was a sort or chambermaid, you must un- derstand, when the evening came. The real chambermaid did not come here much before the morning. Made- moiselle worked lateâ€"far into the night.” Ronletabille next examined the fur- niture and opened the doors of the cabinets. Then he came to the wit} dows, through which. he declared, no one could possibly have passed. At the seoond window he found Daddy Jacques in contemplation. “That policeman who is always go ing round and round the lake. Another of those fellows who think they can see better than anybody else!” “Wen, Daddy Jacques." be said. “what are you looking at?" “Impossible to get out that way.” he said. jumping back into the laboratory. “Besides, even if he had tried to do it, he would have brought all that iron- work down to the ground. No; no; it is not on that side we have to search.” OL’LETABILLE, having pushed open the door of the yellow room, paused on the threshold. The chamber was dark. Dad- (1: Jacques was about to open the bands when Rouletabille stopped him. “Did not the tragedy take place in couplete darkness?” he asked. During this time Rouletabiiie had mounted into the opening of the fire grate-that is to say, he had got upon the bricks of a furnaceâ€"and was at- tentively examining the chimney. which grew narrower toward the top, the outlet from it being closed with sheets of iron fastened into the brick- work, through which passed three small chimneys. Twice since the morning these same meaningless words had struck me and for the second time I saw that they produced on the Sorbonne professor "Presbytery - lost nothing -- charm nor the garâ€"its brightness." 1 bent over the piece of scorched paper which M. Darzac took from the hand of Rouletabine and read dis- tinctly the only words that remained legible: that night. Daddy Jacqua. who visible microscopes, special photo- graphic apparatns and a large quantl~ ty of crystals. In Which Rouleubillc Sets Out on an Expedition Under the Bed. “Keep that for us, M. Danae." he CHAPTER VII. the night light let: his shots to the middle to the place Was bumino COPYRIGHT. 1908. The first thing he did was to exam- ine minutely the overturned furniture. | We watched him in silence. | “Young fellow, you are giving your- enough to cover nearly the whole mum, under the bed and under the dressing table, the only piece of furni- ture that remained upright. The cen- ter round table. the night table and two chairs had been overturned. These did not prevent a large stain of blood being visible on the mat. made, as Daddy Jacques informed us. by the blood which had flowed from the wound on Mlle. Stangerson’s forehead. Besides these stains drops of blood had fallen in all directions, in line with the visible traces of the foot- steps. large and black, of the murder- er. Everything led to the presumption that these drops of blood had fallen from the wound or the man who had for a moment placed his red hand on the wall. There were other traces of the same hand on the wall, but much less distinct. 4.... Rouletabille went back to the door and carefully examined the lock and the bolt, satisfying himself that the door had certainly been burst open from the outside, and, further, that the key had been found in the lock on the inside of the chamber. He finally satisfied himself that with the key In the lock the door could not'posslbly be opened from Without with another key. Having made sure of all these details, he let fall these words, “That's better!” Then? sitting down on the ground, he hastily took off his boots and in his socks went into the room. “He didn’t open it at all,” Daddy Jacques again exclaimed. “We are not fools, and there were four of us when we burst open the door.” “It is a very natural hand." said Rouletabille, “of which the shape has been deformed by its having slipped on the wall. The man dried his hand on the wall. He must be a man about five feet eight 11: height.” “How do you come at that?" "By the height of the marks on the wall.” “What a queer hand! Look what :1 queer hand it is!” I said. “This ball was fired straight, from above, and consequently from below.” “What does that prove?" I rejoinod. with a good sense of which I was proud. “He might have opened the lock with his left hand, which wou!d have been quite natural. his right hand being wounded.” only the mark of the palm. but if we follow the trace of the hand.” 1 con- tinued. “we see that after leaving its imprint on the. wall the touch sought the door, found it and then felt for {hp look." “No doubt,” interrupted Rouletabille. chuckling. “only there is no blood either on the lock or on the bolt.” “Sewsee this blood on the wall!” 1 could not help exclaiming. “The man who pressed his hand so heavily upon it in the darkness must certainly have thought that he was pushing at a door. That‘s why he pressed on it so hard. leaving on the yellow paper the terri- ble evidence. 1 dbn’t think there are many hands in the world of that sort It is big and strong. and the fingers are nearly all one as long as the other The thumb is wanting, and we have My friend next occupied' himself with the mark of the bullet in the wall. It was a round hole. And he pushed open the shutter. The pale daylight entered from with: out. throwing a sinister light on the saffron colored walls. The floor-for though the laboratory and the vestla lmle were tiled the )‘hllow room had a flooring 01' woodâ€"was covered with a single yellow mat which was large “That will do. You may now the blinds,” said Rouletabille. "Don’t come any farther," Daddy Jacques begged. “You may make marks with your boots, and nothing must be deranged. It's an idea of then magistratefis though he has nothing more to do here. ” 1n the vestibuleâ€"entered the yellow room with his bit of a vesta. We vaguely distinguished objects over‘ thrown on the floor, a bed in one con nor and in front or us to the left the gleam of a looking glass hanging on the wall near to the bed. BY BRENTANO'S not not open “No, there’s no cellar. But that has not stopped our searching and has not prevented the examining magistrate and his registrar from studying the floor plank by plank, as if there had been a cellar under it." a grunt of satisfaction and declared, “Now I am at ease!” “Well, do you believe that the poor dear young lady was shut up when she was being murdered-when she cried out for help?" waned Daddy Jacques. ‘XVe did. monsieur," explained Imd dy Jacques. “When we could not find the assassin we asked ourselves whether there was not some hole in the floor.” The reporter then reappeared His eyes were sparkling and his nostrils quivered. He remained on his hands and knees. Thus he made his way to the four corners of the room, so to speak. snimng and going around er- erythiugâ€"everything that we could see, which was not much. and every- thing that we could not see. which must have been infinite. Rouletabille literally passed his nose and hands along the walls, constructed of solid brickwork. When he had finished with the walls and passed his agile fingers over every portion of the yellow paper covering them he reached to the ceiling, which he was able to touch by mounting on a chair placed on the toilet table, and by moving this ingeniously constructed stage from place to place he examined ev- ery foot of it. When he had finished his scrutiny of the ceiling, where he carefully examined the hole made by the second bullet, he approached the window and once more examined the iron bars and blinds, all of which were solid and intact. At last he gave My friend alone seemed able to talk intelligently. He called out from un- der the bed: “Yes," said the young reporter, dry- ing his ,foreghegd; - “the {allow room “The mat here has been moved out of place. Who did it?" The toilet table was a simple table standing on four legs. There.- was nothing about it by which it could possibly be changed into a temporary hiding place. There was not a closet or cupboard. Mlle. Stangerson kept her wardrobe at the chateau. “There is not,” replied Rouletnbille. “Is there a cellar?" ”The examining magistrate had the same idea. monsieur.” said Daddy .Mz-qnps. “and he ‘cnrefuily examined :rw mattress. He was obliged to laugh at tho i:.n monsiour as 30m- friend is doing now, for wLoever heard of :1 mattress having a dcublo bottom '3" “And then?” asked Rouletabille, de- tibemtely laughing under the bed. I felt rather vexed and replied: “! don't know, but anything appears possible." “At once. We drew it right out of as place.” “And between the mattresses?" "There was only one on the bed. and on that mademoiselle was placed, and3 M. Stangerson and the concierge ima~ mediately carried it into the laboraa tom. Under the mattress there was nothing but the metal netting. which could not conceal anything or any4 body. Remember, monsieur, that there were four of us. and we couldn’t tail to see everything. the chamber is sd small and scantily furnished. and all was locked behind in the pavilion.” I ventured on a hypothesis: “Perhaps he got away with the mat- tressâ€"in the mattress! Anything is possible in the face of such a mystery. .In their distress of mind M. Stangerâ€" son and the concierge may not have ‘noticed they were bearing a double, weight, especially if the concierge \vere an accomplice. I throw out this: hypothesis for what it is worth, but it 1 explains many things and particularly ‘ the fact that neither the laboratory nor the vestibule bears any traces of the footmarks found in the room. It in carrying mauemoiselle on the mat-l tress from the laboratory they rested for a moment there might have been an opportunity for the man in it to “At what time, M. Jacques, dld M. and Mlle. Stangerson arrive at the laboratory?" “At 6 o’clock." The voice of Rouletabllle continued: “Yes, he’s been under here, that’s certain. In fact, there was nowhere else where he could have hidden him4 self. Here, too, are the marks of his hobnails. When you entered, all four of you, did you look under the bed?” Then, with the suppleness of a ser- pent, he slipped under the bed. Pres- ently we heard him ask: “You have spoken the simple truth, Daddy Jacques. Your mistress did 'not have her hair in bands that even- 1ng.1 was a donkey to have believed she did. ” self. a great deal or trouble," 8am vau- dy Jacques ironically, Rouletabixle raised his head and THE LINDSAY POST Ideals, like jewels, are often bril- liant without having real worth. XECUTORS‘ NOTICE TO CREDIT- ORS.â€"Creditors and others hav- ing claims against the Estate' of Margaret Nolan, late of the Town of Lindsay, in the Countv of Victoria, Widow, deceased, who died on or about the 22nd day of J une, 1910. are hereby notified pursuant to R S O. 1897, Chap. 129. to send in their claims duly verified to the undersignedfiolici- ‘l'A‘TI‘ A toré on or before MONDAY, the FIRST DAY OF AUGUST, 1910, after which date the Executor-8 will distribute the Estate having regard only to the claims or which they shall then have notice. a: :1 Dated at Lindsay, this Ninth day of July, 1910. STEWART O’CONNOR, Solicitors for Honorable George Mc- Hugh and Peter Kennedy, Executors.‘ And rapidly he drew from his waist- coat pocket :1 piece of paper in which he had placed a light colored hair from a woman’s head. He then returned to the window and. pointing to the figure of Fred- eric Larsan, who had not quitted the side of the lake, asked Daddy Jacques whether the detective had, like him- self. been working In the yellow room. “No.” replied Robert Darzac, who since Roul'etabille had handed him the piece of scorched paper had not nt- tered a word. “He pretends that he does not need to examine" the yellow room. He says that the murderer made his escape from it in quite a nat- ‘ural way and that be will this evening explain how he did it.” "Has Frederic Larsan found out the truth. which I can only guess at?" he murmured “He Is very cleverâ€"very cleverâ€"and I admire him. Yet I have discovered many things." “Moral or material?” I asked. “Several moral. one material. This, for example.” Without giving any further atten- tion to Daddy Jacques my friend took a piece of paper from his pocket and, taking out a pair of scissors, bent over the footprints. Placing the pa- per over one of them, he began to cut. In a short time he had made a perfect pattern, which be handed to me, begging me not to lose ltv As he listened to what M. Dame had to say Roulembille turned pale. “You are a wizarfi!" said Daddy Jacques. trying to laugh and not quite succeeding. “How do you know that the handkerchief ls bine with red stripes?” “Oh, you are very clever," said Dad- dy Jacques. coughing and embar- “The handkerchief is a large one, blue with red stripes, and the cap is an old Basque cap, like the one you are wearing now.” “Because if it had not been blue with red stripes it would not have been found at all.” ‘ “I haven't seen either the handker- chief or the cap, yet I can tell you how they are made.” the reporter said to him gravely. rassed. “Evidently.” I. said. “Before we had seen this yellow room I had also asked myself whether the eat of Mother An- genoux”â€" “ “Y on also!" cried Rouletabille. “Didn’t you?” I asked. “Not for'a moment. After reading the article in the 31:1th I knew that a cat had nothing to do with the mat- ter. But I swear now that a frightful tragedy has been enacted here. You say nothing about the Basque cap or the handkerchief found here, Daddy Jacques. ” “Of course the magistrate has taken them." the old man answered hesi- tatingly. ers, nor has she a hand like that!" ex- claimed Dazddy Jacques. again point- lug out to us the red mark on the walL “Besides. we should have seen her as well as we would have seen a man.” “How big is the Beta du Bon Dieu?” “Nearly as big as a small retrieverâ€"- a monster, 1 tell you. Ah, I have asked myself more than once whether it was not she that took our poor made- moiselle by the throat with her claws. But the Bate du Bon Dieu does not wear hobnailed boots, nor fire revolv- "It’s answering,” he said at length. “I must kill it. It is too wicked, but it‘s the Bete (10 Bon Dieu, and every night it goes to pray on the tomb of St. Genevieve, and nobody dares to touch her for fear that Mother Am genoux should cast an evil spell on: them." Daddy Jacques made us a sign to keep quiet and. stretching his arm to- ward the wall nearest the forest, us- tened to something which we could not bear. “The Bete du Bon Dieu,” muttered Daddy Jacques-“the Bete du Bon Dieu herself, it she had committed the crime, could not have escaped. L13- ten! 'Do you hear it? Hush!” was as uguuy SUI". as an U011 sate." Ta be continued. ARM FOR SALEâ€"West part of 4 lot 7, Con. 14, Mariposa, 145 acres, about 95 under cultivation, the balance pasture. Good buildings, 2; acres in orchard and s all fruits. Ap- acres in orchard and small fruits. Ap- ply to Wm. L. Stone, Woodville.â€"w5 ARM FOR SALEâ€"Containing 140 4 acres, more or less, being part of lot 14 and 15 in 8 con. Mariposa. Brick house, frame barn, 40 by 104 with stone wall and first class ‘sta- bling. Water in‘ front of horses and cattle witli taps. Good hog pen. Driving house. Hen house, cement floors in them all. A nevercfiailing well, well fenced, adjoining the thriv- ing village of Oakwood, Known as the W. A. Silverwood farm. Would like to sell at once. For further par- ticulars _‘apply to Elias Bowes, Real Estate agent, Lindsay. ARM FOR SALEâ€"Known BS Ewen: hmnastead- Wanehe: R SALEâ€"The Farrell Farm, east I halt lot 7, and south east quar- ter lot, 18 Con. 9, Ops, 150 acres. No better land in township. Sale requir- ed to wind up estate. For further par- ticulars apply to STEWART 0’- CONNOR.â€"wtf. 1-" Ewers homestead, Wanehester, 2 miles from Port Perry, containing between 95 and 100 acres. Clay loam Bids or communications received and particulars from NORMAN EWERS, 69 Alexander-st, Torontoâ€"W. Live Stock Insurance I am agent for the General Li « Stock Insurance Co. of Montreal, and can take risks on all kinds 0! live animals. Dr. Broad. 03106 46 Peel-st. TRAYEDâ€"Into the premises of the undersigned, lot 20, Con. 9, Eldon, on- June 23, lyeafling colt, Owner- can have same by proving pro- perty and paying expenses. James A. McNabb.. Kixkfielsd, Ontâ€"W3. ANTEDâ€"Quaiified. teacher, ,Probg lestant, 1m: S.S.No.11, Vern- salary and experience. Apply to Henry Bowes, sec.etmas.‘, Oakwood P. .â€"-w3 ANTEDâ€"Teacher, for School a 1 Section No; 7,,Maripoaa, Duties to commence August 15th,. 1910. State lam. Salary 8450. Apply JAS. P< SON, Fenelon Fab, Omt.â€"dlw3. William-st; 1' new milch cow and‘ calf 2 days old 17 cow been in one mou tb and calt 2’tw-o year old heifers fat 2 new auto seat top buggies 3 set single harness new 4 set old single harness 4 second hand- buggies 1 second hand wagcn 1 dozlan rugs and rubber rugs l doz'binder Whip! new, any price 1 doztmwhide whips any price TERMS -Sixty days on a roved notes at rate of 6 per cent on a! sums over $2),.under $20 cash. This WilLbe one of the best sales of the seasonas the stock is :11} in good condition. W. A. FANNING 27 horses, workers and drivers 10 driving horses nearly all young 1 mare by Alcrousun- I brown horse first-class worker I grey gelding aged but sound 1 Drown gelding 11 years old Zheavy colts 2 ast, Clydes I mare colt bv oya;l Archer 12 colt 2 past by Royal Archer lumead of new miichr cows and fat catti‘e Sale July 30, 1910 These mortgages are guaranteed both attic principal and Interest. MCLAUGHLIN, PEEL. FULTON STINEON, Barristers Lf Lmdsay We have a few first-class farm morfi- gases for sale which we can dispose of to persons having money for invest! mgwm to net them 6 per cent interest ‘ Notice to Investors FARM FOR SALE STRAYED WANTED Lindsay. ; ARM FOR SALEâ€"Lot 15, con. 2. 4‘ Fenelon, containing 93} acres. more or less, adjoining the Village 0! Islay. 90 acres cleared and about 4“ acres hardwood bush. New frame barn 50165 on stone wall with first- class stabling complete. cement floor. Log house, well finished inside. partly plastema and partly boarded. School post ofioe and blacksmith shop with- in a few rods of farm, 6 miles lrolr' Cambray station. Grass Hill and ty of JOHN R. OOWIBON. For fur- ther particulars apply to mm Bowen Real Estate Agent. madamâ€"vit- , . barn with stone stobling. 5 miles from town of Lindsay; the Hooey property. Terms easy: wants to sell at once. For further particulars :3]:- ply to ELIAS BOWES, Real Elma AR]! 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HARM FOR BALEâ€"improved tam of one hundred and fifty mes, more or less, being composedot tho South Half of Lot Twenty (29) in i ARM FOR'SALE-The N f otLot. I 5, Con. Land theEastPt.. of the S; of Lot 4, Con. 2, in the Township of Emily. 150 acres. Ab- state of cultivation, well watered by, a never-failing spring creek and good wells, windmill on barn, with watch bowls and piping,.vwe11 fenced. For further particulars apply to ALEX. CONNELL, Bury's. Green. Ontâ€"V3. 1am, containing 200 acres and alsc the east half oflot 30111 the 6th. Five miles from Feneluon Falls. Pos- session to plough this fall. Possession on 1st of March,. 1911. Apply to the owner, Albert E. Minthorne, Rose- dale, Ont.â€"w3. WARM T0 RENTâ€"West g lot 12 4 Con. 8,. Fcnelon, containing 120 acres all cleared, 70 acres grain land, the balance hear or pasture. Good bank barn with: wind mill, hay slings. also stone hog pen, hen house, driving shed and a comfortable house, two good wells, large orchard. No stumps or stone piles on the farm, 1 mile W4. 1 on less for sale in Feneion. good. frame barn, 50 acres cleared, balance tamarac swamp, never failing spring. land not out up by stream. Near a school, post ofice, blacksmith shop. Would make agood ranch or grain farm. For further particulars apply to Elias Bowes, real estate agent. -+ [ARM FOR SALEâ€"100 acres moro‘ ‘- n1" Inca 'nu- an‘n u'- n...‘.- _--1 FARM FOR SALE-100 am turn a. more or less, to: sale, bdnglot 5 in Con. 10, Eldon. Good log house; good trame barn and stone enabling.- 2good wells, All cleared andin good state of cultivation. Well teneed, 1} acres orchard. Some plum and pest trees. Wants to sell at once. For fur- ther particulars apply to Elias Bowen ReaE estate agent, Lindsay.â€"'w4. irn, being lot 30, inCon. 7, Vern- FARM FOR SALE PAGE The proper.