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Updated: June 23, 2025
Now behold, here was this little red-haired creature, Bobinette, who asked for the solution of this formidable, incomprehensible, unprecedented thing, wanted it straight away. "Who is Fantômas?" Fandor's attitude, his expression showed how surprised he was at such a question. M. de Naarboveck emphasised and justified the journalist's astonishment.
"You have not received vexatious instructions, I hope, Monsieur l'Abbé?" "Not at all!" "There is always something disquieting about a telegram!" "This one tells me nothing I did not know already at least, suspected! The only result is that instead of going to Havre we shall now go to Dieppe." "Why this change of destination?" was Fandor's mental query. "And what did this precious priest suspect?"
Suddenly the voice explained: "Look here, Sire, we are talking at cross purposes. I am asking you where we can exchange the diamond." "The diamond?" "Yes! Your diamond." Fandor's face grew pale. "My diamond!" "The diamond I went to Glotzbourg to get ... what's the matter with you, Sire? Don't you remember?... And what's all this about a letter?" "Why, Juve!
I was not mistaken," thought Fandor, watching the young woman. She also was sauntering under the arcades of the rue de Rivoli, glancing at the fascinating display of feminine apparel in the shop windows. Fandor drew aside, watching her every movement, and swearing softly. The girl came nearer. Fandor's curiosity made him make himself known, that he might see what she would do.
He recalled his arrival at Susy d'Orsel's apartment in company with the young companion he had picked up at Raxim's and the subsequent supper, and then he broke into a cold sweat as his mind flashed to the picture of Fandor's return with the inanimate body of his mistress in his arms dead. Yes, she was undoubtedly dead! And afterwards, what had happened?
Unquestionably there were grave presumptions of Fandor's guilt: that was Dumoulin's opinion. Considering the importance of the affair, the terrible consequences which might ensue for the accused were the case to go against him, it was imperative that the enquiry should be thorough down to the minutest detail.... The commandant well knew the weak points in his procedure.
The person who had just come upstairs was now ringing Fandor's bell. Not getting any answer, he selected a key on his bunch, and it was his turn to let himself in to the journalist's flat. As he was closing the door, Corporal Vinson, from the landing above, gave him an ironical salute. "I much regret that I am unable to introduce you to each other!
Many of the diners followed his example. "Look here," exclaimed Conchita Conchas, leaning familiarly upon Fandor's shoulder, "why don't you give us tickets for to-morrow to hear these famous Fountains?" Fandor started to explain that the young woman would be in bed and sound asleep when that event took place, but the Spanish girl, without waiting for the answer, had strolled away.
He was no longer the impassive listener of the trial: he was friend Juve, beaming and joyous. He embraced his dear Fandor effusively, murmuring: "Now, old Fandor, this is not the moment to linger! We must be off instanter. I shall see you to your flat, where you can change into clothes of your own; for this evening we have our work cut out for us!" "This evening?" Fandor's curiosity was aroused.
Otherwise we shall be obliged to summon you afresh for appropriation of military garments!" The lieutenant had had his little joke, and departed laughing. The crowd melted away. Only a few of Fandor's colleagues remained. To them he talked more freely of his troubles and trials. Then Juve arrived on the scene again.
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