Part 35 (2/2)
What became of that son?-That is another story which, so far, I am not permitted to relate.
About two months after these events, I came upon Rouletabille sitting on a bench in the Palais de Justice, looking very depressed.
”What's the matter, old man?” I asked. ”You are looking very down. cast. How are your friends getting on?”
”Apart from you,” he said, ”I have no friends.”
”I hope that Monsieur Darzac-”
”No doubt.”
”And Mademoiselle Stangerson-How is she?”
”Better-much better.”
”Then you ought not to be sad.”
”I am sad,” he said, ”because I am thinking of the perfume of the lady in black-”
”The perfume of the lady in black!-I have heard you often refer to it. Tell me why it troubles you.”
”Perhaps-some day; some day,” said Rouletabille.
And he heaved a profound sigh.
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