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Mademoiselle Stangerson's room, the builder's job ordered by the examining magistrate will give us the key of the enigma and it will not be long before we learn by what natural trap, or by what secret door, the old fellow was able to slip in and out, and return immediately to the laboratory to Monsieur Stangerson, without his absence being noticed. That, of course, is only an hypothesis."
*Although the original English translation often uses the words "murder" and "murderer," the reader may substitute "attack" and "attacker" since no murder is actually committed.
Rouletabille sat down in an armchair, lit his pipe, which he was never without, smoked for a few minutes in silence - no doubt to calm the excitement which, visibly, dominated him - and then replied:
"Young man," he said, in a tone the sad irony of which I will not attempt to render, "young man, you are a lawyer and I doubt not your ability to save the

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"Mrs Boynton!No,I meant that Lady Westholme!It is incredible to me that shehas had a husband for many years and that he has not already done so.What can hebe made of,that husband?, Sarah laughed. "Oh,he's the ""huntin",fishin",shootin""kind,"she explained. "Psychologically that is very sound!He appeases his lust to kill on the (so-called)lower creations.", "I believe he is very proud of his wife's activities." The Frenchman suggested: "Because they take her a good deal
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away from home?That isunderstandable."Then he went on,"What did you say just now?MrsBoynton?Undoubtedly it would be a very good idea to poison her,too.Undeniablythe simplest solution of that family problem!In fact a great many women would bebetter poisoned.All women who have grown old and ugly." He made an expressive face Sarah cried out,laughing: "Oh,you Frenchmen!You've got no use for any woman who isn't young andattractive."

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Mistress Dean? Nay!' she answered, `shoo doesn't bide here: shoo's up at th' Heights.'
`Are you the housekeeper, then?' I continued.
`Ea, Aw keep th' house,' she replied.
`Well, I'm Mr Lockwood, the master. Are there any rooms to lodge me in, I wonder? I wish to stay here all night.'
`T' maister!' she cried in astonishment. `Whet, whoiver knew yah wur coming? Yah sud ha' send word. They's nowt norther dry nor mensful abaht t' place: nowt there isn't!'
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She threw down her pipe and bustled in, the girl followed, and I entered too; soon perceiving that her report was true, and, moreover, that I had almost upset her wits by my unwelcome apparition, I bid her be composed. I would go out for a walk; and, meantime, she must try to prepare a corner of a sitting-room for me to sup in, and a bedroom to sleep in. No sweeping and dusting, only good fire and dry sheets were necessary. She seemed willing to do her best; though she thrust the hearth-brush into the grates in mistake for the poker, and malappropriated several other articles of her craft: but I retired, confiding in her energy for a resting-place against my return. Wuthering Heights was the goal of my proposed excursion. An afterthought brought me back, when I had quitted the court.

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¡¡¡¡'I am happy to hear you say so,' answered Agnes, steadily, 'for it gives me hope, almost assurance, that we think alike. Dear Mr. Traddles and dear Trotwood, papa once free with honour, what could I wish for! I have always aspired, if I could have released him from the toils in which he was held, to render back some little portion of the love and care I owe him, and to devote my life to him. It has been, for years, the utmost height of my hopes. To take our future on myself, will be the next great happiness - the next to his release from all trust and responsibility - that I can know.' ¡¡¡¡'Have you thought how, Agnes?' ¡¡¡¡'Often! I am not afraid, dear Trotwood. I am certain of success. So many people know me here, and think kindly of me, that I am certain. Don't m
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istrust me. Our wants are not many. If I rent the dear old house, and keep a school, I shall be useful and happy.' ¡¡¡¡The calm fervour of her cheerful voice brought back so vividly, first the dear old house itself, and then my solitary home, that my heart was too full for speech. Traddles pretended for a little while to be busily looking among the papers. ¡¡¡¡'Next, Miss Trotwood,' said Traddles, 'that property of yours.' ¡¡¡¡'Well, sir,' sighed my aunt. 'All I have got to say about it is, that if it's gone, I can bear it; and if it's not gone, I shall be glad to get it back.' ¡¡¡¡'It was originally, I think, eight thousand pounds, Consols?' said Traddles. ¡¡¡¡'Right!' replied my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'I can't account for more than five,' said Traddles, with an air of perplexity.

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asked him what he thought Ham's state of mind was, in reference to the cause of their misfortunes? Whether he believed it was dangerous? What he supposed, for example, Ham would do, if he and Steerforth ever should encounter? ¡¡¡¡'I doen't know, sir,' he replied. 'I have thowt of it oftentimes, but I can't awize myself of it, no matters.' ¡¡¡¡I recalled to his remembrance the morning after her departure, when we were all three on the beach. 'Do you recollect,' said I, 'a certain wild way in which he looked out to sea, and spoke about "the end of it"?' ¡¡¡¡'Sure I do!' said he. ¡¡¡¡'What do you suppose he meant?' ¡¡¡¡'Mas'r Davy,' he replied, 'I've put the question to myself a mort o' times, and never found no answer. And theer's one curious thing - that, though he is so pleasant, I wouldn't fare to feel comfortable to try and get his mind upon 't. He never said a wured to me as warn't as dootiful as dootiful could be, a
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nd it ain't likely as he'd begin to speak any other ways now; but it's fur from being fleet water in his mind, where them thowts lays. It's deep, sir, and I can't see down.' ¡¡¡¡'You are right,' said I, 'and that has sometimes made me anxious.' ¡¡¡¡'And me too, Mas'r Davy,' he rejoined. 'Even more so, I do assure you, than his ventersome ways, though both belongs to the alteration in him. I doen't know as he'd do violence under any circumstances, but I hope as them two may be kep asunders.'

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But now when I began to be sick, and a leisurely View of the Miseries of Death came to place itself before me; when my Spirits began to sink under the Burthen of a strong Distemper, and Nature was exhausted with the Violence of the Feaver; Conscience that had slept so long, begun to awake, and I began to reproach my self with my past Life, in which I had so evidently, by uncommon Wickedness, provok'd the Justice of God to lay me under uncommon Strokes, and to deal with me in so vindictive a Manner.
These Reflections oppress'd me for the second or third Day of my Distemper, and in the Violence, as well of the Feaver, as of the dreadful Reproaches of my Conscience, extorted some Words from me, like praying to God, tho' I cannot say they were either a Prayer attended with Desires or with Hopes; it was rather the Voice of meer Fright and Distress; my Thoughts were confus'd, the Convictions great upon my Mind, and the Horror of dying in such a miserable Condition rais'd Vapours into my Head with the meer Apprehensions; and in these Hurries of my Soul, I know not what my Tongue might express: but it was rather Exclamation, such as, Lord! what a miserable Creature am I? If I should be sick, I shall certainly die for Want of Help, and what will become of me! Then the Tears burst out of my Eyes, and I could say no more for a good while.

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¡¡¡¡She said it aloud, but added to herself, as she resumed her knitting: "Hah! Good day, age about forty, height about five feet nine, black hair, generally rather handsome visage, complexion dark, eyes dark, thin, long and sallow face, aquiline nose but not straight, having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day, one and all!" ¡¡¡¡"Have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac, and a mouthful of cool fresh water, madame." ¡¡¡¡Madame complied with a polite air. ¡¡¡¡"Marvellous cognac this, madame!" ¡¡¡¡It was the first time it had ever been so complimented, and Madame Defarge knew enough of its antecedents to know better. She said, however, that the cognac was flattered, and took up her knitting. The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general. ¡¡¡¡"You knit with great skill, madame." ¡¡¡¡"I am accustomed to it." ¡¡¡¡"A pretty pattern too!" ¡¡¡¡"You think so?" said madame, looking at him with a smile.