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Updated: June 16, 2025
"No," declared the Baron: "and for the very good reason that the conversation you have just said so was a dialogue between two persons: Juve and Vagualame." "Nevertheless, this Vagualame was none other than Fantômas!" "What then?" De Naarboveck was smiling. Juve, after a short silence, burnt his ships. "Naarboveck!" he cried: "It is useless to double like that!
"I should say," the magistrate replied, "that you can't jump into a moving train as you can into a passing tram, and further, that at night none but express trains run between Brives and Cahors." "All right," said Juve: "I will merely point out that owing to the work on the line at present, all trains have stopped at the beginning of the tunnel for the last two months.
A name Juve associated with strange and terrible events. Lady Beltham had been a sensational creature. After adventures, one more extraordinary than another, Juve had succeeded in identifying this English great lady as the mistress of a formidable criminal, relentlessly hunted down, for ever escaping the elusive Fantômas!
"If the murderer had got in from outside he would inevitably have left some traces round about the château, but there aren't any." "Yes there are," Juve retorted. "First of all there is this piece of an ordnance map which I found yesterday between the château and the embankment." He took it from his pocket as he spoke.
"Have you the portfolio of this dead man?" "Here it is, my friend." Juve opened it. "If you will allow it, Monsieur, I am going to make a complete list of the contents. This list I shall leave with you. I shall take a copy: that I shall deposit at the office of the Chief of Staff, obtaining a receipt for it. This will relieve both you and myself of all further responsibility on this head."
I imagine that if I were to jump out of a first floor window on to the soft surface of a lawn, and wanted to efface the marks of my boots, I should smooth the earth and the grass around them in just the same way that the little piece of lawn I speak of seems to have been smoothed." "I should like to have a look at that," said M. de Presles. "Well, there's no difficulty about it," Juve replied.
Outside, shapes flitted by, and these Juve soon found to be bats hurrying to their nearby lairs. An owl hooted in the distance. The detective determined to make an effort to get up. To his surprise he met with no resistance and easily climbed out of the sort of box in which he had been lying. As his eyes became accustomed to the semi-obscurity, he started upon seeing the bed he had been lying in.
"I've spent the entire day cross-examining everybody in the hotel, and came to no definite conclusion; and you, who have not seen anything or anybody connected with it, sit in that chair and in five minutes clear up the entire mystery. What a pity you won't believe that Fantômas had a finger in this pie! What a pity you won't take up the search!" Juve paid no heed to the compliments to his skill.
Juve had regained his self-possession. By pronouncing the word "Fantômas," by giving utterance to his secret fears, he had relieved his feelings. "Fandor!" said he, in a quiet voice: "Consider carefully all the details and circumstances of this drama!
Juve looked around to see the man who was being addressed by the title of Monsieur le Baron and finally came to the conclusion that it was himself to whom the man was speaking. "Why do you call me Monsieur le Baron?" The man touched his hat deferentially and seemed very surprised at the question. "Why, Monsieur ... it's the custom. No one but the nobility travel first class."
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