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Updated: June 16, 2025
I was supposed to be dead." "That was a child's job," Juve replied. "I got the anthropometric records of the body that had been buried as yours, and I planned to get symmetrical photographs of you in your character of Mademoiselle Jeanne, as I did of you to-day at head-quarters.
Arrange so that this man throws off his mask, if but for an instant, and I will allow your justice to take its course!... Juve, forget that you are speaking to a king: think of me as your friend!... Whatever the risks to be run, can you bring us face to face under such conditions that the truth will be apparent to me?" Juve reflected. He raised his head and looked at the king.
"Yes, there is," said Juve; "the slide-bolt is out, as when the bolt is fastened, but the socket into which the slide-bolt slips to fasten the door to the wall is intact. If the bolt really had been forced, the socket would have been wrenched away too." Juve next asked M. de Presles to look closely at the screws that were wrenched halfway out of the door. "Do you see anything on those?"
The sea was rough: a strong wind from the south-west had been blowing all the afternoon. The boat began to pitch and toss: the passengers were drenched. Though nothing of a sailor in the nautical sense, Juve took his duckings with equanimity: a bit of a pitch and toss would keep Vinson occupied. The fog was Juve's friend: it lent an air of vagueness, of confusion, to Butler-Vinson's surroundings.
"Well, she's in the country." "Will she be away for several days?" "I expect so." Fandor decided to burn his bridges. "Look here, it's not about an order; I'm sent here by Juve, you know him?" "The detective?" "Yes, Madame, the detective." Madame Ceiron appeared to be very disturbed. "Oh! I shall get jaundice from all this bother. I can't even sleep in peace.
When de Loubersac had calmed down somewhat, Juve cried softly: "Oh, Monsieur Henri!"... Roused from his reflections, de Loubersac shouted: "Hold your tongue, you sicken me!" "But," insisted Juve-Vagualame, "I have only done my duty. If I spoke as I did, it was because my conscience."...
In a couple of minutes I'll put on my hat with the flowers and leave my workwoman in charge here. Then I'll take you myself to this M. Juve... if you're afraid of him, I'm not!" Fandor, smoking a good cigar, walked to the Rue Monceau, taking deep breaths of the fresh air, looking up with delight at the blue sky.
When the detective entered and heard Fandor addressed as His Majesty he opened his eyes and stood staring, while Fandor himself was obliged to stuff his handkerchief into his mouth to prevent himself from roaring with laughter. Juve began: "What does this mean?..." But Fandor quickly stepped forward. "Monsieur Juve, let me introduce you to Monsieur Wulf.
It was just by going to Gurn's place to pump him, rather than anything else, that I found the noble lord's remains locked away in the trunk." "Your modesty is delightful, Juve," said M. Fuselier with an approving nod. "You present things as if they were all matters of course, whereas really you are proving your extraordinary instinct.
"However, it is a fair inference that when Juve spoke as he did to the representative of La Capitale, he did not think he was going too far when he declared that a crime lay behind the disappearance of Lord Beltham, and that perhaps the crime must be laid at Fantômas' door; and we can only hope that at some not distant date, justice will not only throw full light upon this mysterious affair, but also rid us for ever of this terrifying criminal!"
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