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Updated: May 8, 2025
For it was not to Fandor she had yielded but to the King of Hesse-Weimar, Frederick-Christian. She looked so pretty with her tears and her love that the situation became intolerable to him. "Sire," whispered the gentle voice of Marie Pascal, "may I remind you of a promise? Dare I ask for a souvenir?" She pointed to a photograph of Frederick-Christian II.
"During his stay in Paris, Frederick-Christian has been especially appreciative of the respectful and devoted services of M. Wulfenmimenglaschk, head of the secret service of Hesse-Weimar, who, by the exercise of his perspicacity and high intelligence, has found in the King not only an able assistant, but a true friend, having the honor to occupy the apartment at the Royal Palace next to his Majesty."
"That is nothing but a mad dream, Prince ... something impossible to happen ... we have not the right even to think of it." "You are more than unkind to me, Madame ... you are enigmatic ... mysterious." At this moment a newsboy was heard crying an extra edition of the Hesse-Weimar Gazette. The Duchess rose quickly and bought a copy. In large headlines she read the following: "Death of Fantômas.
Furthermore, the Queen was very much exercised over the rumor that the Grand Duchess Alexandra was to be present. This woman, still young and very beautiful, played an important rôle in the small world of the Palace. It was said by the gossips that she accepted the attentions of Prince Gudulfin, in the hope that some day she might share the throne of Hesse-Weimar with him.
Numerous small hills crowned with woods succeeded the green valleys they passed through. The houses were Swiss in architecture and seemed built for comfort and elegance. The little Kingdom seemed to breathe peace, simplicity and well-being. On his arrival at Hesse-Weimar, Juve had not been without some apprehension.
He, too, wanted to have his fling in Paris. At this moment they were interrupted by the arrival of the servant carrying a tray of cocktails. Fandor turned smilingly to Wulf. "Have a cocktail, Wulf?" The officer almost choked with delight. In Hesse-Weimar he would never have imagined that his King could be so charming and simple in private life.
She will repeat to you the extraordinary things she has said to me." "What is it all about, Mademoiselle?" Pale and anxious, Marie Pascal rose and advanced to M. Annion's desk, and said, with a trembling voice: "Monsieur, I went to M. Giraud about a call I wanted to make on his Majesty Frederick-Christian, King of Hesse-Weimar." "Yes?" "Well, Monsieur, I was not received by the King."
The master of the house stepped forward to greet them, whilst Fandor drew Juve by the sleeve into the corner of a window recess. Speaking low, he asked: "Juve! what is the meaning of this comedy?" "Alas, Fandor! it is no comedy!" "De Naarboveck is an ambassador?" "For the kingdom of Hesse-Weimar, yes. He has been that for over a week since that evening we failed to arrest him in the rue Lepic."
Fantômas, after blinding him with pepper, had changed back into his uniform and escaped with the diamond. But what was Lady Beltham doing there known to the Hesse-Weimar people as the Grand Duchess Alexandra? What new and diabolical projects were on foot to bring the monster and his mistress together in this honest, bourgeois court of Hesse-Weimar?
Fandor seized them eagerly, but after a single glance he could not repress a movement of impatience. "These idiots," he growled to himself, "always bring me the Hesse-Weimar papers, and I don't know a confounded word of German. What I would like to get hold of is a copy of La Capitale."
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