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And there could certainly be no question about the woman who had sent him the present invitation being anything but a commonplace one! Moreover, it was not just any woman who had asked him to keep this assignation in the outward guise of Gurn, but the one woman in whose heart the murderer ought to inspire the greatest abhorrence, the widow of the man whom Gurn had murdered.
Lady Beltham must, indeed, have been generous and have made the man perfectly easy on the score of his own future. "In one of the pockets of the clothes," Nibet went on, "I have put ten hundred-franc notes; you asked for more, but I could not raise it: we can settle that some other time." Gurn made no comment. "When will my escape be discovered?" he asked.
"Did you know him well at that time?" Lady Beltham seemed to be unable to prevent herself from casting long glances at the prisoner; she appeared to be almost hypnotised and frightened by his close proximity. "I saw very little of Gurn in the Transvaal," she answered.
From the park outside Gurn's voice rang distinctly; the lover wished to let his mistress know what had happened, and to take a last farewell. "I am caught, I am caught! Yes, I am Gurn, and I am caught!"
"Ready, Gurn?" Gurn growled an answer and pulled on his coat again. His counsel was Maître Barberoux, one of the foremost criminal barristers of the day; Gurn had thought it prudent to retain him for his defence, more especially as it would cost him nothing personally.
She stole to the door and unlocked it noiselessly, then crossed the room and rang the bell placed near the fireplace. Resuming her impassive mask, and the haughty air and attitude of cold indifference that were in such utter contrast to her real character, she waited, while Gurn stood upright and still in the middle of the room. Walter, the porter, came in.
"I don't mind admitting to you, Juve, that I am here because I am like you in wanting to see Gurn's head fall; you have satisfied me beyond all doubt that Gurn is Fantômas, and I want to be sure that Fantômas is really dead.
"Well, I know her very well, you know: I go out a frightful lot and I have often met her: a charming woman, Lady Beltham!" Gurn really did not know how to treat the idiot.
"Gentlemen, when Gurn was arrested on the single charge of the murder of Lord Beltham, you will readily believe that his one fear was that all these other crimes, for which I have just shown him to be responsible, might be brought up against him. I was just then on the very point of finding out the truth, but I had not yet done so.
Doulenques, the concierge at No. 147 rue Lévert, looked at the enquirer and saw a tall, dark man with a heavy moustache, wearing a soft hat and a tightly buttoned overcoat, the collar of which was turned up to his ears. "M. Gurn is away, sir," she answered; "he has been away for some little time." "I know," said the stranger, "but still I want to go up to his rooms if you will kindly go with me."
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