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 from my beloved perfume, of the lady in black, which made me go to her—dressed wholly in white and so pale—so pale and so beautiful!—on the threshold of the inexplicable gallery. Her beautiful golden hair, gathered into a knot on the back of her neck, left visible the red star on her temple which had so nearly been the cause of her death. When I first got on the right track of the mystery of this case I had imagined that, on the night of the tragedy in The Yellow Room, Mademoiselle Stangerson had worn her hair in bands. But then, how could I have imagined otherwise when I had not been in The Yellow Room!

"But now, since the occurrence of the inexplicable gallery, I did not reason at all. I stood there, stupid, before the apparition—so pale and so beautiful—of Mademoiselle Stangerson.  She was clad in a dressing-gown of dreamy white.  One might have taken her to be a ghost—a lovely phantom.  Her father took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, as if he had recovered her after being long lost to him.  I dared not question her. He drew her into the room and we followed them,—for we had to know!—The door of the boudoir was open.  The terrified faces of the two nurses craned towards us.  Mademoiselle Stangerson inquired the meaning of all the disturbance.  That she was not in her own room was quite easily explained—quite easily.  She had a fancy not to sleep that night in her chamber, but in the boudoir with her nurses, locking the door on them.  Since the night of the crime she had experienced