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The diplomat hastily withdrew his hands from Fandor's grasp, opened a heavy portfolio such as advocates carry, and drew from it a black gown like his own, an advocate's cap, and a pair of dark coloured trousers. "Put these on as quickly as possible," said de Naarboveck, "and we will leave here together." Fandor hesitated: de Naarboveck insisted. "It is of the first importance that you leave here!
"When an individual knows he is going to a rendezvous he makes a point of talking to every person he meets whom he thinks likely to be the individual he is to have dealings with." But Fandor did not see a soul to speak to. The highway was deserted, and the fields lay empty and desolate as far as an eye could reach. Not a toiling peasant was to be seen.
"If we pull up at one of the garages along the quays, all will be well," thought Fandor.... "In case of an alarm, a run of a hundred yards or so would bring me to one of the many electric tramways.... I should board a tram devil take them, if they dared to chase and catch me!" The car had reached the bridge which prolongs the rue Jeanne d'Arc across the Seine. They were now in the heart of Rouen.
Fandor took out his notebook, wrote a few lines which he enclosed in an envelope and pinned it upon the King's coat. Upon the envelope was written: "I am to read this when I wake." His next proceeding was to blow a shrill whistle. "It's your turn now, my dear Wulf ... you won't find the fair unknown you expect, but you'll get back your Prince, slightly the worse for wear."
Naarboveck made the introductions: "Monsieur Jérôme Fandor Mademoiselle de Naarboveck, my daughter Monsieur de Loubersac, lieutenant of cuirassiers." Silence reigned after these formal introductions. If Fandor was in certain measure satisfied with the turn the conversation had taken, he was really bored by this involuntary intrusion into a family gathering which mattered little to him.
The door was opened wide by the polite officer and Fandor passed through the main hall of the Station, where everyone rose and bowed. Getting into his carriage, he was disagreeably surprised to see an individual who appeared to be a plain clothes man sitting on the seat. In addition a police cyclist fell in behind the carriage as escort. "Where the devil are they going to take me?" he wondered.
Staggering, terrified, Fandor screamed: "Fantômas! Fantômas!... It can't be possible! Fantômas has been arrested! Fantômas is in the hands of Juve!" "Fantômas arrested?... Fantômas can't be arrested! He will never be caught! He is above and beyond every attack, every menace! Fantômas is Death, Eternal Death, Pitiless Death, King Death! Good-bye!" A long silence followed.
Peaceably, without haste, he put on his overcoat and hat. Then, picking up his cane, he moved toward the door. "Here! what are you doing?" "I'm going." "You can't." "Yes, I can; it's all right, don't worry, I'll arrange matters." The King appeared so calmly confident that Fandor stood dumbfounded. Here certainly was an individual out of the common!
The two men were now face to face in the lighted room.... There was a silence which lasted some minutes: the agent broke it. "You await Monsieur Fandor?" asked the agent. "Yes, Monsieur, and you also, no doubt?"
After all he had been through, Fandor was in a state of high tension. He caught Juve's hand and beat it with angry impatience. "Don't quibble, Juve!... It is too deadly serious!... What do you really mean?... We know that de Naarboveck is Fantômas, but you swore to me that it is impossible to arrest Naarboveck.
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