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On the other hand, if they knew that Juve was not Fantômas, why the devil had this suicide story been invented? A new idea suddenly flashed through Juve's mind. "Suppose that not only the people of Hesse-Weimar but also the Government have been fooled!" A glimpse caught of Prince Gudulfin descending from the private car at the Hesse-Weimar station, was sufficient to start this train of thought.
"That's all right," he said, and substituting a strip of sheet-iron for the strip of wood, he handed another tool to the lad. "Now try again." A few seconds later Juve took a magnifying lens, and closely examined both the strip of metal and the strip of wood. He gave a little satisfied click with his tongue, and seemed to be very pleased.
After a moment's thought Juve took from his pocket a small automatic lighting arrangement and going on his hands and knees under the table began a careful examination of its feet. In a moment he gave an exclamation of joy. "Ah, I have got it now. This is conclusive." And in fact Juve had made a most important discovery.
For many years she had been a great traveler but in recent times she had spent more and more of her time in Glotzbourg, where she continually met the Prince. While Juve had experienced no difficulty in being present at the Queen's audience, he found that even Mme. Heberlauf's influence was not sufficient to procure him an invitation to the ball.
The assistants seized the condemned man, and pushed him on to the bascule. Juve was watching the unhappy wretch, and could not restrain a word of admiration. "That man is a brave man! He has not even turned pale! Generally condemned men are livid!" The executioner's assistants had bound the man upon the plank; it tilted upwards.
Therefore Juve must act at once. His first move must be to meet and talk with the Second Bureau officer most in touch with Vagualame, and make him talk without arousing his suspicions. Juve also meant to mix with Vagualame's associates, trusting to luck and his own perspicacity to get on to various trails, trails that would lead him to the solution of grave problems.
With a caricatural gesture of disdain, and an off-handed air, this corpulent personage demanded stridently: "Who are these gentlemen?" Inspector Michel looked the outrageous creature up and down. "Who are you, Madame?... What are you doing here?" The inspector's tone was severity itself. Juve, behind his window-curtains, breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, Michel has it in hand! That's all right!"
Time had passed, but for all his efforts Juve could not discover the hiding-place of this strangely guilty woman. When he saw a large bunch of violets lying before the door of Lady Beltham's vault, he divined them to be the offering of Wilhelmine.
Juve stared at the map with hypnotised gaze; for a piece had been cut out of it, cut out with a penknife neatly and carefully, and that piece must have shown the exact district where the château stood which had been occupied by the Marquise de Langrune.
Guided by them, Juve turned into a little pathway on the right, passing the mausoleums, and pausing before a new-made grave, that of Captain Brocq, a humble tomb. A few fresh violets were scattered around it, from Wilhelmine's bunch, no doubt. The lovers had but tarried there. Juve continued to follow their footmarks, by many twists and turns, almost to the end of the cemetery.
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