"I tried to make her sit down, and playfully took hold of her. Then I made a discovery which frightened me.
"The woman had a pistol in her pocket.
"Suddenly she turned upon me and exclaimed:
"'What shall we do after dinner? I'll tell you what I'd like. I want to go to the theater. Let's see something real funny. Yes, I must go. You run out now and get the tickets. There's a place just down the street where they're sold. You can get back before your dinner is cold.'
"Of course, it was perfectly plain that she was trying to get rid of me. Well, I had no objection. That pistol had scared me badly. I didn't want to be mixed up in a scandal.
"So I took my hat and cleared out. But once on the street, my courage came back, and also my curiosity. I wanted to know more of that strange woman.
"I bought the theater tickets and hurried back. I opened the door of room B.
"You know what I saw. She sat there dead, with the pistol by her side. She had committed suicide.
"I rushed out with the intention of calling for help, but fear overcame me. I looked around into the hall. This man Gaspard was at the desk.
"I dared not summon him. I turned and ran."