Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 29, 2025
"I am beyond your vengeance, Sire, and you would do well to talk quietly with me." "You killed my mistress, Susy d'Orsel!" "Yes, I killed her." "You are Fandor Jerome Fandor!" "What you say is absurd." "And my Kingdom? The Queen, my wife? What is happening?" "I didn't come here to discuss politics with you. You must be reasonable." "What do you want with me? Why was I brought here?"
M. Annion evinced no surprise. "Unless I am mistaken you are the lace-maker who was so tragically mixed up in the death of Susy d'Orsel?... It was you who found the chemise ... it was you who ... however, go ahead, Mademoiselle, you were received by a secretary, by a chamberlain?" "No! no! I was received by the King, but by a King who wasn't the real one, but an impostor!"
First, that Susy d'Orsel had really been murdered and secondly that the King Frederick-Christian had had no hand in it. "Is your Majesty very unhappy over the death of Mlle. d'Orsel?" Fandor glanced sharply at the young woman and then replied enigmatically: "I am, of course, very much shocked at the tragic end of this poor girl. But what is the matter with you?"
"Now then, let's get the facts in the case, tell me in detail what occurred at Hesse-Weimar." Juve had had the foresight to prepare a report which would tell enough to prove that the murderer of Susy d'Orsel was really Fantômas, and thus clear the name of the King.
"Then suddenly some one pulled back the hall-window curtains, then the window was flung open and I thought I saw a man holding Mlle. d'Orsel by the shoulders ... she was struggling but without crying out ... finally he threw her out of the window, then the light was extinguished and I saw nothing more." "But you called for help?" "Ah, Monsieur, I'm afraid I didn't act as I should have.
However, being unwilling to risk his own judgment, he started to the door to seek aid. At this moment a violent knocking began and a voice from the hall cried out: "What's the matter? Is anyone hurt? I'm the concièrge." "The concièrge! Then, for Heaven's sake, Madame, get a doctor. Mademoiselle d'Orsel has killed herself, or at least she is very badly injured."
Forgive me for troubling you now but since our last meeting things have happened of a very serious nature ... hidden enemies want to destroy me ... to destroy us.... First of all they accused your Majesty of the murder of Susy d'Orsel, and now after torturing me with questions they have dared to say it was I!... I'm sure they overheard our last conversation and misunderstand our love for each other...."
There would have been a fine row if it hadn't been ready for me to wear this evening." Susy d'Orsel took the dressmaker into her bedroom and turned on the electric lights. The gown was then unwrapped and displayed. It was of mousseline de soie, trimmed with English point. Susy examined it with the eye of a connoisseur and then nodded her head.
"My dear Juve, you are probably surprised at being sent for to-day." "A little ... yes." "Well, you probably know that the King of Hesse-Weimar, Frederick-Christian II, has been staying incognito in Paris?" Juve nodded. He did not think it necessary to mention the incident that had occasioned this visit. "Now, Christian II has, or rather had, a mistress, Susy d'Orsel, a demi-mondaine.
The maid looked so crestfallen at this that Susy added, good-naturedly: "That's all right, Justine, A Happy New Year anyway, and don't worry. And now get out; His Majesty wants nobody about but me this evening." Susy d'Orsel, in spite of her physical charms, had found life hard during the earlier years of her career.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking