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He had known how to take in Michel, because Michel had arrested Juve when disguised as Vagualame at de Naarboveck's house.... Michel would naturally think his chief had again assumed the Vagualame disguise for a purpose! Oh, it was the devil's own cleverness! Juve glared at Michel.
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 suggested: "I am not the only one you have met at M. de Naarboveck's. There is that handsome cuirassier, Henri de Loubersac."... Bobinette crimsoned. She shrugged her shoulders. "How stupid you are! Lieutenant Henri does not give me a thought, if he comes to the house."... Brocq interrupted: "Yes, I know he comes on account of the fair Wilhelmine." His tone was conciliatory.
With a shrug he replied: "Oh, I! It is never surprising to meet me in a train: I am constantly on the move: here there everywhere!... You have news of Mademoiselle Wilhelmine?" "Excellent news. You are coming to Monsieur de Naarboveck's soon?" "I think of calling on the baron this evening." Talk continued, commonplace, desultory. What questions crowded to his lips, sternly repressed!
De Naarboveck's tone was irony incarnate.... "And what may I ask is your aim in forcing this conversation, Monsieur?" Juve's reply came, distinct, determined: "Unmask Fantômas!" "That shall be as you like," was the diplomat's reply. In the library, unusually full of furniture, Juve and de Naarboveck met for their duel of words and wits. They were by themselves.
Thinking thus, Juve-Vagualame, encircled by watchful policemen, descended the stairs. On the first floor he caught a glimpse of the baron and his daughter in the ante-room. De Naarboveck's bearing was dignified: Wilhelmine seemed terribly frightened. There was a scared, hunted look on her pallid face. Behind Juve-Vagualame in his handcuffs followed the pseudo-mother.
"The opening of the prison door is our next difficulty to be overcome," whispered de Naarboveck: "I warned the jailor that I expected my secretary. Let us hope he will take you as such and let us pass out unmolested." The military prison of the Council of War of Paris is not like other prisons: that is why de Naarboveck's plan had a fair chance of success.
Juve hurled another two stones in the shape of words. "The king!" De Naarboveck's nod was malicious. "Frederick Christian alone can take from me my style and title of ambassador.... Let him come and do it!" Juve lifted a finger slowly towards the far end of the library, in the direction of the window.
At a quarter to seven he had looked at his watch, and, not seeing any light in the first-floor rooms, the shutters of which were not yet closed, he concluded that the inmates had probably not come in. Just then Fandor saw an automobile, a very elegant limousine, draw up before M. de Naarboveck's house.
I can't bring out the title-deeds and pedigree of my ancestors for inspection!" "It's not a question of that," observed Brocq. Bobinette had launched forth. She continued: "But that is the question. You are always imagining that I have things given me to do which lower me. I have told you a hundred times how it was I went to the Naarboveck's.
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