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While you investigate in London, Paris shall be my field of operations. You approve of this, Juve?" "I think you are right." Juve accompanied the lieutenant to the station: de Loubersac was in a hurry to be off. He would not wait for the noon express: he took the slow train. As it began to move, he and Juve exchanged a cordial handshake. "Good luck!" cried he. "Thanks, Lieutenant. Good courage!"
Mademoiselle de Naarboveck had just left the house in the rue Fabert. It was three in the afternoon, and she was going shopping. At the corner of the rue de l'Université she came on Henri de Loubersac. It was a delightful surprise. She had not seen him for several days.
This was no place for one of the elegant toilettes affected by Mademoiselle de Naarboveck's companion!... After her Rouen journey, after her meeting with Lieutenant de Loubersac in the train, she had thought it wiser not to go back to the baron's house. She had written to say she was ill. Then she had taken refuge in a quiet little inn in la Chapelle neighbourhood, there to await events.
He acquiesced: the lovers entered the porch. As he stepped aside to let Wilhelmine pass, he noticed a cab with drawn blinds which had that minute drawn up not far from the space in front of the church. He examined it anxiously. "It seemed to me we were being followed shadowed," replied de Loubersac. "It is of little importance, however we must expect that in our service."
"Just when?... Where?... In the street?" de Loubersac was keenly interested. "No just when I was arrested." "But, from what I have heard, there were very few of you!" cried de Loubersac. "Then the real Vagualame must have been at the Baron de Naarboveck's?" "Hah!" was Juve's non-committal exclamation. "Whom do you suspect?" Juve kept silence.
"Nothing unusual this morning, Loubersac?" questioned Hofferman, gazing complacently at the soldier, superb in his magnificent uniform, an elegant and splendid specimen of a cavalry officer. "Nothing, Colonel. The arrival of the King of Greece has been perfectly carried out." "The crowd?" "Oh, indifferent on the whole; come to have a look at him out of curiosity." "Ah, no King of Spain affair?"
Wilhelmine rose from the divan on which she had been reclining. In an expressionless voice she said: "Show him in." When the young officer of cuirassiers appeared, his air was embarrassed, his head was bent. "You here, Monsieur?" Wilhelmine's voice and manner expressed indignation. But Henri de Loubersac was no longer the arrogant unbeliever of the Saint-Sulpice interview.
Anxious questionings tormented them. The fugitives were long in coming: had they got wind of what was afoot? Had Vinson and the priest been warned that detectives were hot on their trail? If so, it was all up with the arrest! De Loubersac remained on the watch. Juve returned to the police station. He was crossing the threshold when the telephone shrilled. News from the police sergeant at Rouen!
I want you to keep watch while I run to Headquarters here.... There may be news!" De Loubersac jumped up, wide awake in a moment. He took his turn on the quay at once. Juve hurried to the police station. He was on the doorstep when a telegraph boy rode up with a telegram. It was for our detective. The paper shook in Juve's hands as his eyes devoured the message: it was in cypher.
I shall carry with me the memory how cherished of your adorable self, dearest of the dear!... It shall live in my heart until the day when, if Heaven but hear my prayers, I shall die at the head of my troops." With that de Loubersac moved slowly to the door, overwhelmed by the conviction that he had irreparably wounded the girl he adored, that he had destroyed for ever the love she had borne him!
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