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Updated: June 29, 2025
His presence in the apartment of the murdered Susy d'Orsel had created an ambiguous and disagreeable situation. Again, was the personnel of the hotel really duped by the substitution? The situation was becoming more and more difficult for Fandor. He realized that he was being watched.
During each visit he never failed to call upon Susy d'Orsel, and by degrees, coming under the sway of her charms, he made her a sort of official mistress, an honor which greatly redounded to her glory and popularity. He had installed her in a dainty little apartment in the Rue de Monceau. It was on the third floor and charmingly furnished.
The King will have to explain clearly whether he was alone with Susy d'Orsel or whether a woman accompanied him." "Yes, but then they will suspect him.... Oh, M. Juve, what do you think?" Juve gave a dry cough and answered: "Well, Mademoiselle, this is the way I figure it out.
With a gasp of alarm the young man rushed forward and quickly realized that he was in the presence of a terrible tragedy. Lying on the ground, inert, was the body of Susy d'Orsel. The unfortunate girl had fallen from the third floor. Without hesitating, he lifted the body and finding no sign of life, cried loudly for help. But the entire house was asleep. What was to be done?
"But now I don't need it," he ended, "for the King is my best friend ... he received me with charming simplicity, just like an old comrade." "Alas, my dear Wulf, His Majesty is at present exposed to the most terrible danger." "What do you mean?" "You have doubtless heard of the tragic death of Mlle. Susy d'Orsel, the King's mistress, which, by a curious coincidence, occurred in this very house?"
Frederick-Christian now tried to collect his thoughts upon the situation and bring some sort of order to his mind. Susy d'Orsel was dead ... The King had felt no deep love for the girl. Still, he had been fond of her in a way and her sudden death affected him deeply. He himself was a prisoner. But a prisoner of whom? Evidently of those who had killed his mistress.
As became a gallant gentleman, he had himself seen to the ordering of the supper, and a procession of waiters from the first restaurants of Paris had been busy all the afternoon preparing for the feast. Suddenly a discreet ring at the bell startled Susy d'Orsel. "That's queer, I didn't expect the King until one o'clock!" she exclaimed.
Then, with a greater calmness than in his condition seemed possible, he replied: "Why, I haven't the least idea." "But ... what have you done since I left you? You were both seated side by side on the sofa. How did Susy d'Orsel come to fall out of the window? What have you done?" "I don't know. I didn't budge from the sofa until you rang the bell." "But ... Susy!" "She left me for a moment.
Suppose that this evening, to-morrow, at any moment some one finds out that you are not the King, you will then not only be suspected of the murder of Susy d'Orsel, but you will be accused of having done away with the King.... Where is the King? You haven't the least idea. Then what answer could you make?" "The devil," murmured Fandor, suddenly growing pale. "I didn't think of that.
After all, you are lamenting imaginary misfortunes which I have so imprudently imagined.... They don't exist, and never could exist, for it is a fact that Susy d'Orsel is no longer a rival to be feared. Think rather of the future which smiles upon you.
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