Le Mystère De La Chambre Jaune

“Le presbytère n'a rien perdu de son charme, ni le jardin de son éclat.””

— Gaston Leroux

“Autumn had already shrivelled their tawny leaves, and their high branches, black and contorted, looked like horrid heads of hair, mingled with quaint reptiles such as the ancient sculptors have made on the head of Medusa.””

— Gaston Leroux

“We have started!" said the examining magistrate, surprised at seeing us still in the carriage. "Yes, Monsieur,---truth has started," said Rouletabile, smiling amiably,---””

— Gaston Leroux