The candle was on the floor; and, his beard--"
"Will he wear his beard this evening?"
"I think I can say for certain that he will. But the gallery is
light and, now, I know--or--at least, my brain knows--and my
eyes will see."
"If we are here only to see him and let him escape, why are we armed?"
"Because, if the man of The Yellow Room and the inexplicable gallery
knows that I know, he is capable of doing anything! We should then
have to defend ourselves."
"And you are sure he will come to-night?"
"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 to-night. 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 to-night leaves me no room for doubt.
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