All the rest of the things in the room remain just
as they were. I have only to open the blinds for you to see."
"Wait."
Rouletabille went back into the laboratory, closed the shutters of
the two windows and the door of the vestibule.
When we were in complete darkness, he lit a wax vesta, and asked
Daddy Jacques to move to the middle of the chamber with it to the
place where the night-light was burning that night.
Daddy Jacques who was in his stockings--he usually left his sabots
in the vestibule--entered The Yellow Room with his bit of a vesta.
We vaguely distinguished objects overthrown on the floor, a bed in
one corner, and, in front of us, to the left, the gleam of a
looking-glass hanging on the wall, near to the bed.
"That will do!--you may now open the blinds," said Rouletabille.
"Don't come any further," Daddy Jacques begged, "you may make marks
with your boots, and nothing must be deranged; it's an idea of the
magistrate's--though he has nothing more to do here."
And he pushed open the shutter. The pale daylight entered from
without, throwing a sinister light on the saffron-coloured walls.
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