"A. No;—because I have told you that I had been uneasy for two nights.
"M. Stangerson. You ought to have told me of that! This misfortune would have been avoided.
"Q. The door of The Yellow Room locked, did you go to bed?
"A. Yes, and, being very tired, I at once went to sleep.
"Q. The night-light was still burning?
"A. Yes, but it gave a very feeble light.
"Q. Then, mademoiselle, tell us what happened.
"A. I do not know whether I had been long asleep, but suddenly I awoke—and uttered a loud cry.
"M. Stangerson. Yes—a horrible cry—'Murder!'—It still rings in my ears.
"Q. You uttered a loud cry?
"A. A man was in my chamber. He sprang at me and tried to strangle me. I was nearly stifled when suddenly I was able to reach the drawer of my night-table and grasp the revolver which I had placed in it. At that moment the man had forced me to the foot of my bed and brandished in over my head a sort of mace. But I had fired. He immediately struck a terrible blow at my head. All that, monsieur, passed more rapidly than I can tell it, and I know nothing more.
"Q. Nothing?—Have you no idea as to how the assassin could escape from your chamber?
"A. None whatever—I know nothing more. One does not know what is passing around one, when one is unconscious.
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