The Mystery Of The Yellow Room Quotes
"It is not without a certain emotion that I begin to recount here the extraordinary adventures of Joseph Rouletabille."
"Events are so quickly forgotten in Paris."
"The solution of the problem baffled everybody who tried to find it."
"That which nobody could find out, Joseph Rouletabille, aged eighteen, then a reporter engaged on a leading journal, succeeded in discovering."
"The whole world hung for months over this obscure problem."
"It is to be hoped, for the sake of our human reason, that the examination of the walls, and of the ceiling of The Yellow Room will afford us the proof that may not discourage us."
"The more we think we know something, the further we are from knowing anything."
"This affair is the strangest affair I have ever known."
"The impression made on Paris by this news may be easily imagined."
"Monsieur Rouletabille had made himself many friends, for he was serviceable and gifted with a good humour that enchanted the most severe-tempered."
"He says that the murderer made his escape from it in quite a natural way, and that he will, this evening, explain how he did it."
"We have to take hold of our reason by the right end."
"I am quite satisfied. I have discovered many things."
"If the corpse can speak, it would be interesting to be there."
"One does not know what is passing around one, when one is unconscious."
"Strange! Do you recollect, Monsieur Stangerson, if during your absence, and before going out, he had opened it?"
"I did not wish to alarm anybody—the more, because my fears might have proved to have been foolish."
"The presbytery has lost nothing of its charm, nor the garden its brightness."
"As sure as that you are standing there! This morning, at half-past ten o’clock, Mademoiselle Stangerson, in the cleverest way in the world, arranged to have no nurses tonight. She gave them leave of absence for twenty-four hours, under some plausible pretexts, and did not desire anybody to be with her but her father, while they are away. Her father, who is to sleep in the boudoir, has gladly consented to the arrangement. Darzac’s departure and what he told me, as well as the extraordinary precautions Mademoiselle Stangerson is taking to be alone tonight leaves me no room for doubt. She has prepared the way for the coming of the man whom Darzac dreads."
"And what we saw her do was done to send her father to sleep?"
"Then there are but two of us for tonight’s work?"
"Four; the concierge and his wife will watch at all hazards. I don’t set much value on them before—but the concierge may be useful after—if there’s to be any killing!"
"Why haven’t you brought in Daddy Jacques?—Have you made no use of him today?"
"Oh! Oh!" he cried. "What is the matter with me?—Have I been poisoned?"
"Do you feel any inclination to go to sleep?"
"Well, then, my friend, smoke this excellent cigar."
"So much the better," he said. "Take him into the vestibule of the château."
"The man you believe to have been shot was killed by the stab of a knife in his heart!"
"I think, indeed, that we have nothing more to find out," replied Rouletabille.
"Have you found your criminal?" asked Larsan.
"I don’t know if you have swerved from your original idea," said the young reporter. Then he added, with emphasis: "Monsieur Darzac is an honest man!"
"Well, I am sure he is not. So it’s a fight then?"
"Yes, it is a fight. But I shall beat you, Monsieur Frédéric Larsan."
"Youth never doubts anything," said the great Fred laughingly, and held out his hand to me by way of conclusion.
"I bent in great anxiety over the body of the reporter and had the joy to find that he was deeply sleeping, the same unhealthy sleep that I had seen fall upon Frédéric Larsan."
"The drug?" I asked. "Does Mademoiselle Stangerson wish to put everybody to sleep, tonight?"
"Perhaps," replied Rouletabille; but I could see he was thinking of something else.
"Malheur!" roared Rouletabille; "we shall be too late!"
"Monsieur—Monsieur Robert Darzac will not come!"
"What! Not come!" cried Monsieur de Marquet.
"He says he cannot leave Mademoiselle Stangerson in her present state."
"Very well," said Monsieur de Marquet; "then we’ll go to him."
"Robert!—Robert!" We recognised the voice of Mademoiselle Stangerson.
"He is not in a condition for doing much thinking, nor could I understand how Rouletabille could so control himself as to be able calmly to sit down for reflection when he must have known that Mademoiselle Stangerson was at that moment almost on the point of death."
"Monsieur Darzac came in to speak with us. His distress was terrible."
"Monsieur Darzac, what were you doing that night, at Epinay-sur-Orge—at that time?"
"Monsieur Darzac opened his eyes. He seemed to have recovered his self-control."
"Monsieur Darzac!—in the name of the law, I arrest you!"