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No sooner had he reached the landing which dominated Fandor's flat than the agent, in his turn, reached the staircase and ran to the balustrade to try and catch sight of Vinson on his way down to the street. He did not doubt that this was the soldier's way of escape. The agent could not see a soul. "Got off, by Jove!" He was furious.
Of all the witnesses, he alone could give precise details which would confirm or nullify Fandor's statements. Juve had given a rapid sketch of Fandor's adventurous career, but had carefully omitted to mention that Fandor's real name was Charles Rambert. His defence of his friend was a eulogy.
Bobinette had answered Fandor's polite remarks by protesting that she was not in the least offended at his familiar mode of address.
Juve's conviction was that this old Vagualame, secret agent of the Second Bureau, murderer of Captain Brocq, the Vagualame he had encountered at Fandor's flat, could only be a young man in the flower of his age could be none other than Fantômas. Juve was about to put more questions to Bobinette, but two figures came into view, and they were nearing the avenue Rachel.
Juve stood staring in amazement. What on earth could Wulf want to go there for? "Have you a telephone?" he asked. "Yes, Monsieur." With great difficulty Juve succeeded in getting the connection. "Hullo! Is that your Majesty?" Fandor's voice replied, laughingly: "Yes, it's His Majesty all right, but His Majesty doesn't like being wakened up at night. What can I do for you, my dear Juve?"
The two men stared at each other in horror-struck silence. Fantômas! What a flood of memories, horrid, menacing, that name evoked! There flashed through Fandor's mind all that he knew of the atrocities which could be imputed to Fantômas.
Fandor's replies were monosyllables: he was watching the machine. "What a childish trick!" he said to himself: "Why, these notes dropped into my hands are real!... This machine does not print anything!... My new friend has slipped these notes under the rollers as payment for future treachery, expected betrayals it is a way of paying me!"
"I must put Juve in possession of all the facts up to now, then, if I am caught, Juve will see to it that I am set free he will put his heart into it, I know." Unfortunately, it was not Juve who was at the other end of the line. He had gone out; his old servant took Fandor's message. "Tell Monsieur Juve directly he comes in that I cannot go out, but that I absolutely must see him.
Probably the spies, or the Second Bureau, or both, were keeping a sharp watch on Vinson: it would be wiser to refrain from any communication which might reveal the fact that the corporal Vinson, who joined the 257th of the line at Verdun, was none other than Jérôme Fandor, journalist. Though stiff with cold and fatigue, Fandor's brain was clear and active. It is all right!
"As for me," declared Fandor, unlacing his boots, "I cannot keep my eyes open!" "I can say the same," replied his companion. Fandor's next remark had malice in it. "I pity you, Monsieur l'Abbé! No doubt you have long prayers to recite especially if you have not finished your breviary!"
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