The day after the events of the inexplicable gallery I had
need of help I could rely on, so I resolved to have them released
at once."
That was how Joseph Rouletabille explained himself. Once more I
could not but be astonished at the simplicity of the reasoning which
had brought him to the truth of the matter. Certainly this was no
big thing; but I think, myself, that the young man will, one of
these days, explain with the same simplicity, the fearful tragedy
in The Yellow Room as well as the phenomenon of the inexplicable
gallery.
We reached the Donjon Inn and entered it.
This time we did not see the landlord, but were received with a
pleasant smile by the hostess. I have already described the room
in which we found ourselves, and I have given a glimpse of the
charming blonde woman with the gentle eyes who now immediately began
to prepare our breakfast.
"How's Daddy Mathieu?" asked Rouletabille.
"Not much better--not much better; he is still confined to his bed."
"His rheumatism still sticks to him, then?"
"Yes. Last night I was again obliged to give him morphine--the
only drug that gives him any relief.
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