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Fandor failed to find either piece of furniture or picture he could recognise: everything in the place was new to him. De Naarboveck had slipped off his gown at once. He was in elegant evening dress. Fandor also threw off the advocate's gown. He wore the black trousers de Naarboveck had brought him, but was in his shirt sleeves. The Vinson uniform had been left in the cell.
"No, I don't suspect you now," Fandor declared; "not since I saw you come into this house; Fantômas certainly would not have come to search Gurn's rooms because " He stopped, and Juve, who was looking at him keenly, did not make him finish what he was saying. "Shall I tell you something?" he said at last.
He would have to get up presently, dress, and keep his appointment. His appointment! Ah! Wide awake now, our journalist considered the situation. A couple of days ago the adjutant had announced: "Corporal Vinson, you have eight days' leave: you can quit barracks at noon to-morrow." Fandor had been given leave several times already: he merely replied: "Thanks, Lieutenant."
The journalist now swung the statue back in place, exclaiming: "Au revoir, Monsieur, I'm off to take your place ... sorry I can't stay to see the meeting with Wulf ... he'll find his King somewhat changed.... I ought to have given you my moustache and beard." Fandor passed a horrible night.
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.
Juve did not give him time to reply. He half rose from his seat, and, bending close to Fandor, looked him straight in the eyes. "Tell me, my boy! Suppose that after six months of truce, six months of tranquillity, your whole existence is again violently upset?
"Because Juve has good eyes; because Fandor also begins to see clear.... The net begins to tighten.... I shall find means to slip through it!... I am not of those who are caught like a mouse in a trap.... But, as for you you with your simplicity it is high time to put you out of reach of the police!... I am going to give you some money.
Did he not see cords binding the limbs of Fantômas? cords binding him about the middle, constricting his whole body? Was he in some hell nightmare?... Was he mad?... Who was this facing him?... Why, himself!... Fandor, whose image was reflected in a mirror facing him a yard or two away! Fandor had been endowed with the outline of Fantômas!...
A formidable oath was the reply: "No, thanks!... anything you like, but not ham." "All right ... a chicken wing instead." This seemed to satisfy Fandor, who added: "While I'm awful hungry, don't forget that I'm just as thirsty!" "Well, Doctor?" "Well, Monsieur, I find everything going well. Our patient has had a good meal and is now sleeping peacefully.
A knock at the door and Sergeant Masson entered. "The coupé is ready." "Very well, Sergeant." Fandor rose and was about to put on his overcoat, but the man darted forward and helped him on with it. "Do you wish me to come with you, Monsieur, or would you prefer to return alone?" "Oh, alone, thanks, don't trouble yourself."
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