The Perfume of the Lady in Black
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: B018V77NDA
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Set in a medieval castle on the Côte d’Azur, this classic locked room mystery reunites journalist-turned-detective Joseph Rouletabille; Mathilde Stangerson, daughter of a famed French-American scientist; and master of disguise Frédéric Larsan.
Stangerson and her sweetheart Robert Darzac have just married and taken up residence in the Square Tower of the Fort of Hercules when Larsan strikes again. The attack leaves Stangerson frightened and confused, not only because she thought her nemesis dead, but also because she cannot figure out how he entered and escaped her room without notice. Only one man is capable of matching wits with Larsan, but when Rouletabille arrives in the South of France to investigate, he finds himself drawn deeper into his own past and his memories of a mysterious woman in black.
Best known as the creator of The Phantom of the Opera, author Gaston Leroux takes the locked room mystery to terrifying new heights in The Perfume of the Lady in Black.
This ebook features a new introduction by Otto Penzler and has been professionally proofread to ensure accuracy and readability on all devices.
The Cambridge Companion to Flaubert (Cambridge Companions to Literature)
Forget it and condemned himself to silence. Poor heroic soul! He realised that the Lady in Black, who stood so much in need of his help, would not accept her safety at the price of a struggle between father and son. How far could this struggle go? To what extremes might it not lead? Nothing must be overlooked, and Rouletabille’s hands must be free to defend the Lady in Black. Rouletabille is so still that I cannot even hear him breathing. I lean over him and find his eyes wide open. ‘Do you.
And was continuing his fantastical cavortings. He seemed to be dancing. No, he was making a speech. But to whom? There was obviously someone on the beach who he was lecturing on prehistory, but his audience was hidden from our view by the intervening trees. At last, however, the audience advanced up the beach in the direction of the ‘black professor’, as Rouletabille called him. It consisted of two people, Mrs Rance, for surely it was she, with her languid grace and her way of leaning on her.
But don’t ask me to do any more. And God help you, sir!” Then I left the room and went into my lodge, where I found you, M. Sainclair. Then M. Darzac came out of his room and asked you to join M. Rouletabille, which you did. My wife nearly fainted when she saw that M. Darzac was covered in blood; I was too. Look, sir, my hands are all red! Oh, I just hope all this doesn’t bring us some misfortune. Well, we’ve done our duty. He was a great scoundrel! What do you expect me to say? You can’t keep.
Robert Darzac. From where I was I could hear everything they said. I suppose it was wrong of me, but somehow I considered it my duty to listen. I no longer thought of Mrs Rance and Prince Galitch, but of Larsan. Why? And why should the thought of Larsan make me want to know what they were saying? I gathered that Mathilde had crept silently out of La Louve to seek refuge here, where she might vent her grief, and that she had been followed by her husband. The Lady in Black was crying. She had taken.
Fallen in and been lying there unconscious for hours. We were not mistaken. It was Old Bob at the bottom of the hole. When he was dragged out into the daylight, he was a pitiable sight with his black frock coat all torn and soiled. Mrs Rance wept hysterically, especially when it was found that Old Bob had dislocated his collarbone and sprained his ankle, and was so pale that he looked as if he were about to die. Happily, things were not so bad as they seemed. He was soon lying in his bed in the.