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Fandor noticed that Bobinette was greatly troubled by it. Following this little by-play, he immediately got a very clear impression that if the lieutenant did not consider the pretty girl worthy of much consideration, she, on her side, seemed very much influenced by all that this elegant and handsome young officer said or did.
Among these witnesses as they defiled before the tribunal Fandor recognised some whose faces were graven on his memory during his brief sojourn in the Saint Benoit barracks. The first call resounded through the court-room: "Inspector Juve!" Juve approached the tribunal, proved he was present, then, in conformity with the law, left the court-room, as did the other witnesses called.
"By jove!" said Fandor, half aloud, "this fine fellow has done himself well in the way of a dwelling-place!" The journalist's reflections were interrupted by the entrance of an exceedingly elegant young lady. Fandor rose and saluted this charming apparition. The journalist had naturally expected to see Monsieur de Naarboveck enter the room: in his stead came this pretty girl.
The commandant called to the reporter: "Make a special note of that: underline it with red pencil. This is a most important statement!" The commandant turned over some papers in his drawer, drew out a sealed envelope, opened it, extracted another envelope. Fandor asked himself, with a thrill of foreboding, what this new move of the commandant's meant.
"You were the first person I thought of in my trouble," Fandor replied. "Directly I read about the disaster in that paper I came to tell you at once." "Yes, I quite understand that," Juve answered. "What I do not understand is how you guessed that you would find me here, in Gurn's flat." The question seemed to perturb the boy. "It it was quite by chance," he stammered.
As he was looking at his watch for the hundred and fiftieth time, he quickly rose and hastened towards two men who came out of a corridor: they were M. Dupont and a personage whom Fandor recognised at once. He bowed respectfully to them, shaking hands with the cordial M. Dupont, who said to his companion: "My dear Minister, let me present to you my young collaborator, Jérôme Fandor."
But thinking the best plan would be to try and bluff it through he said graciously: "Sit down, Monsieur Wulf." "But that isn't possible." "Yes, it is ... take that chair." "I should never dare to," answered the police officer. Fandor insisted. "We desire you." Wulf bowed to such formal instructions, murmuring: "I do so at the order of your Majesty." Fandor sprang up amazed.
"Good," remarked Fandor. "The man I am after will not budge from the house to-night." The next to enter were two young women: then some twenty minutes passed. The rooms on the first floor were lit up, one after the other. The house was waking up. Fandor was making up his mind to ring when a motor-car brought a fourth person to the door.
If we could supply him with them in three days, not only will he give us his important paper, but he will pay twenty francs for each proof as well! "Ah, Monsieur Fandor, this story did not hang together, but I was actually weak enough to believe it! Or at least I tried to make myself believe it. Besides, this proposal of Alfred's came just in time: I had not a sou to my name!
The men will pretend not to understand, but insist don't take no for an answer; take whatever you want right and left in the end you will get properly settled in." Fandor carried out these instructions.
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