She was dead, perhaps.

But I still heard her father, in the pavilion, trying to break down the door.
"'With the concierge I hurried back to the pavilion.

The door, in spite of the furious attempts of Monsieur Stangerson and Bernier to burst it open, was still holding firm; but at length, it gave way before our united efforts,--and then what a sight met our eyes! I should tell you that, behind us, the concierge held the laboratory lamp--a powerful lamp, that lit the whole chamber.
"'I must also tell you, monsieur, that The Yellow Room is a very small room.

Mademoiselle had furnished it with a fairly large iron bedstead, a small table, a night-commode; a dressing-table, and two chairs.

By the light of the big lamp we saw all at a glance.