The Perfume of the Lady in Black

THE PERFUME OF
THE LADY IN BLACK

By GASTON LEROUX

Author of “The Mystery of the Yellow Room”

NEW YORK BRENTANO’S
1909

CHAPTER		PAGE
I	WHICH BEGINS WHERE MOST ROMANCES END	[9]
II	IN WHICH THERE IS QUESTION OF THE CHANGING HUMORS OF JOSEPH ROULETABILLE	[24]
III	THE PERFUME	[31]
IV	EN ROUTE	[45]
V	PANIC	[60]
VI	THE FORT OF HERCULES	[83]
VII	WHICH TELLS OF SOME PRECAUTIONS TAKEN BY JOSEPH ROULETABILLE TO DEFEND THE FORT OF HERCULES AGAINST THE ATTACKS OF AN ENEMY	[102]
VIII	WHICH CONTAINS SOME PAGES FROM THE HISTORY OF JEAN-ROUSSEL-LARSAN BALLMEYER	[126]
IX	IN WHICH OLD BOB UNEXPECTEDLY ARRIVES	[135]
X	THE EVENTS OF THE ELEVENTH OF APRIL	[157]
XI	THE ATTACK OF THE SQUARE TOWER	[205]
XII	THE IMPOSSIBLE BODY	[216]
XIII	IN WHICH THE FEARS OF ROULETABILLE ASSUME ALARMING PROPORTIONS	[228]
XIV	THE SACK OF POTATOES	[248]
XV	THE SIGHS OF THE NIGHT	[266]
XVI	THE DISCOVERY OF AUSTRALIA	[274]
XVII	OLD BOB’S TERRIBLE ADVENTURE	[288]
XVIII	HOW DEATH STALKED ABROAD AT NOONDAY	[297]
XIX	IN WHICH ROULETABILLE ORDERS THE IRON DOORS TO BE CLOSED	[311]
XX	IN WHICH ROULETABILLE GIVES A CORPOREAL DEMONSTRATION OF THE POSSIBILITY OF THE “BODY TOO MANY”	[320]
	EPILOGUE	[357]

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

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Rouletabille had hidden himself in the shadow of a pillar	[14]
He stood erect, wrapped in the rags of a long coat which hung about his legs, bareheaded and barefooted	[52]
The Plan of the Fort of Hercules	[87]
The Fort of Hercules	[90]
It made us nervous and restless to look at each other, seated around the table, mute, leaning forward, wearing our black spectacles, behind which it was as impossible to read our eyes as our thoughts	[167]
The Plan of the inhabited floor of the Square Tower	[183]
He fled from us and rushed further into the night, shrieking aloud, “The perfume of the Lady in Black! The perfume of the Lady in Black!”	[203]
His eyes seemed glued to his drawing. They never moved from the paper	[234]
Rouletabille examined the barrel of Darzac’s revolver and then compared the weapon with the other which he held	[242]
It was Bernier! It was Bernier who lay there, the death rattle in his throat and a stream of blood flowing from his breast	[302]
Ah! That profile standing out darkly from the depths of the embrasure, lighted up by the red glow of the setting sun	[332]
Rouletabille advanced toward him: “Larsan,” he said, “Larsan, do you give yourself up?” But Larsan did not reply	[352]