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'It was unfortunate, - enough to turn one's brain! The door of the room locked on the inside and the blinds on the only window also fastened on the inside; and Mademoiselle still calling for help! - No! she had ceased to call. 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. Mademoiselle, in her night-dress, was lying on the floor in the midst of the greatest disorder. Tables and chairs had been overthrown,