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Updated: June 29, 2025
"This Jerome Fandor is probably the leader of a band of cutthroats who, after killing Susy d'Orsel, took advantage of my intoxication to make me unconscious with some narcotic, and then dragged me to the place I am now in." The King now began to explore the place on his hands and knees, his ears keenly alive to the slightest sound.
We shall have to look for him at once. I think that he sleeps at the Night Refuge in the Rue d'Orsel when lack of room there doesn't force him to spend the night crouching behind some palings. Shall we go down the Rue d'Orsel this evening?" Abbe Rose's eyes beamed brightly as he spoke, for this proposal of his signified a great debauch, the tasting of forbidden fruit.
Fandor was not long in reaching the solution of the mystery. "What a fool I am!... the murder of Susy d'Orsel, the imprisonment of the King, are both the work of Fantômas!
Now, tell me, did Mlle. Susy d'Orsel expect any other visitor? Any friend?" "Nobody that I knew of ... at least that's what she said to her lace-maker one of my tenants ... a very good young girl, Mlle. Marie Pascal She said like this 'I'm expecting my lover, but she mentioned nobody else." "And this Marie Pascal is the last person who saw Susy d'Orsel alive, excepting, of course, the King?
The life Susy d'Orsel leads wouldn't suit you. And the amount of champagne she gets through!" "No, I shouldn't care much about that." "All the same, there's something to be said for it. She has a first-rate position since she got the King ... and I get first-rate tips! Take to-night, for instance; I'll bet they'll be carrying on till pretty near dawn. It upsets my habits, but I can't complain.
Fandor had seen and admired them upon the person of Susy d'Orsel during the supper which preceded her tragic death. "My God! there's no doubt now," he muttered, "Marie Pascal is the accomplice of Fantômas." And then the journalist decided upon a theory to account for her having left the jewels behind.
"Now you've forgotten the fish knives and forks! Do you expect my lover to eat with his fingers like that old Chinaman I had for three months last year!" Susy d'Orsel spoke with a distinct accent of the Faubourg, which contrasted strangely with her delicate and distinguished appearance. Justine, her maid, stood staring in reply. "But, Madame, we have lobsters...."
Either one of two things. You are the King, and therefore in the opinion of the public the murderer of Susy d'Orsel, or you are not the King, and in that case you are an impostor, which will make it all the more likely that you will be considered as the murderer." "Not much," cried Fandor. "You seem to forget it was I who picked up ..." "Who knows that?" continued Juve.
We shall have to look for him at once. I think that he sleeps at the Night Refuge in the Rue d'Orsel when lack of room there doesn't force him to spend the night crouching behind some palings. Shall we go down the Rue d'Orsel this evening?" Abbe Rose's eyes beamed brightly as he spoke, for this proposal of his signified a great debauch, the tasting of forbidden fruit.
Suppose, for instance, that the King had fallen in love with another demi-mondaine, and that had brought her to the apartment to notify Susy d'Orsel of his intention to break with her. Might not a quarrel have arisen between the two women and the new mistress, exasperated by some taunt, had thrown the unfortunate Susy d'Orsel out of the window?... That would be a commonplace enough story."
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