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قراءة كتاب The Mystery of the Yellow Room
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THE MYSTERY OF THE YELLOW ROOM
By Gaston Leroux
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. In Which We Begin Not to Understand
CHAPTER II. In Which Joseph Rouletabille Appears for the First Time
CHAPTER III. "A Man Has Passed Like a Shadow Through the Blinds"
CHAPTER IV. "In the Bosom of Wild Nature"
CHAPTER VI. In the Heart of the Oak Grove
CHAPTER VII. In Which Rouletabille Sets Out on an Expedition Under the Bed
CHAPTER VIII. The Examining Magistrate Questions Mademoiselle Stangerson
CHAPTER IX. Reporter and Detective
CHAPTER X. "We Shall Have to Eat Red Meat—Now"
CHAPTER XII. Frederic Larsan's Cane
CHAPTER XIII. "The Presbytery Has Lost Nothing of Its Charm, Nor the Garden
Its Brightness"CHAPTER XIV. "I Expect the Assassin This Evening"
CHAPTER XVI. Strange Phenomenon of the Dissociation of Matter
CHAPTER XVII. The Inexplicable Gallery
CHAPTER XVIII. Rouletabille Has Drawn a Circle Between the Two Bumps
on His ForeheadCHAPTER XIX. Rouletabille Invites Me to Breakfast at the Donjon Inn
CHAPTER XX. An Act of Mademoiselle Stangerson
CHAPTER XXII. The Incredible Body
CHAPTER XXIII. The Double Scent
CHAPTER XXIV. Rouletabille Knows the Two Halves of the Murderer
CHAPTER XXV. Rouletabille Goes on a Journey
CHAPTER XXVI. In Which Joseph Rouletabille Is Awaited with Impatience
CHAPTER XXVII. In Which Joseph Rouletabille Appears in All His Glory
CHAPTER XXVIII. In Which It Is Proved That One Does Not Always
Think of Everything
CHAPTER I. In Which We Begin Not to Understand
It is not without a certain emotion that I begin to recount here the extraordinary adventures of Joseph Rouletabille. Down to the present time he had so firmly opposed my doing it that I had come to despair of ever publishing the most curious of police stories of the past fifteen years. I had even imagined that the public would never know the whole truth of the prodigious case known as that of The Yellow Room, out of which grew so many mysterious, cruel, and sensational dramas, with which my friend was so closely mixed up, if, propos of a recent nomination of the illustrious Stangerson to the grade of grandcross of the Legion of Honour, an evening journal—in an article, miserable for its ignorance, or audacious for its perfidy—had not resuscitated a terrible adventure of which Joseph Rouletabille had told me he wished to be for ever forgotten.
The Yellow Room! Who now remembers this affair which caused so much ink to flow fifteen years ago? Events are so quickly forgotten in Paris. Has not the very name of the Nayves trial and the tragic history of the death of little Menaldo passed out of mind? And yet