But, then, that seemingly senseless phrase--"The presbytery has lost nothing of its charm, nor the garden its brightness"-- still rang in my ears.

What did it mean?
I was eager to rejoin Rouletabille and question him.
At that moment the young man came out of the chateau in the company of Monsieur Robert Darzac, and, extraordinary to relate, I saw, at a glance, that they were the best of friends.

"We are going to The Yellow Room.

Come with us," Rouletabille said to me.

"You know, my dear boy, I am going to keep you with me all day.