We
approached until we had reached the side of a door that was situated
just under the window. Rouletabille, in a low tone, made me
understand, that this was the window of Mademoiselle Stangerson's
chamber. The sounds which had attracted our attention ceased, then
were renewed for a moment, and then we heard stifled sobs. We were
only able to catch these words, which reached us distinctly: "My
poor Robert!"--Rouletabille whispered in my ear:
"If we only knew what was being said in that chamber, my inquiry
would soon be finished."
He looked about him. The darkness of the evening enveloped us; we
could not see much beyond the narrow path bordered by trees, which
ran behind the chateau. The sobs had ceased.
"If we can't hear we may at least try to see," said Rouletabille.
And, making a sign to me to deaden the sound of my steps, he led
me across the path to the trunk of a tall beech tree, the white
bole of which was visible in the darkness. This tree grew exactly
in front of the window in which we were so much interested, its
lower branches being on a level with the first floor of the chateau.
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