I would entreat her to have confidence in me.

I would, in a word, make her understand--she alone--that I know how the murderer escaped from The Yellow Room--that I have guessed the motives for her secrecy--and that I pity her with all my heart.

But by her gestures she begged us to leave her alone, expressing weariness and the need for immediate rest.

Monsieur Stangerson asked us to go back to our rooms and thanked us.

Frederic Larsan and I bowed to him and, followed by Daddy Jacques, we regained the gallery.