THE MYSTERY OF THE YELLOW ROOM
phantom rush out from somewhere in the middle of the court. He followed it to the lake and to the high road to Epinay, where the phantom suddenly disappeared.
"'Did you see his face?' demanded Larsan.
"'No!—I saw nothing but black veils.'
"'Did you go out after what passed on the gallery?'
"'I could not!—I was terrified.'
"'Daddy Jacques,' I said, in a threatening voice, 'you did not follow it; you and the phantom walked to Epinay together—arm in arm!'
"'No!' he cried, turning his eyes away, 'I did not. It came on to pour, and—I turned back. I don't know what became of the black phantom."
"We left him, and when we were outside I turned to Larsan, looking him full in the face, and put my question suddenly to take him off his guard:
"'An accomplice?'
"'How can I tell?' he replied, shrugging his shoulders. 'You can't be sure of anything in a case like this. Twenty-four hours ago I would have sworn that there was no accomplice!' He left me saying he was off to Epinay."
"Well, what do you make of it?" I asked Rouletabille, after he had ended his recital. "Personally I am utterly in the dark. I can't make anything out of it. What do you gather?"
"Everything! Everything!" he exclaimed. "But," he said abruptly, "let's find out more about Mademoiselle Stangerson."
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