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Updated: May 11, 2025
I will come straight to the point I am here to extricate you from that position." Fandor caught de Naarboveck's hands in his, and pressed them warmly. "Can what you tell me be true?" he exclaimed.
"Pardon," objected de Naarboveck, cool, collected, while Juve had difficulty in containing himself: "Pardon, but the credentials I possess are authentic, and no one in this world can deprive me of my function, of my official position, and what pertains to it." "Yes!" Juve flung the word at de Naarboveck as though it were a stone from a sling. De Naarboveck's gesture might mean anything: "Who?"...
You still assert this: nevertheless, you now declare that we are going to arrest Fantômas! What the deuce do you mean?... I've had more than enough of your ironical mockery, old man!" Juve took out his watch and, with finger on the dial, said: "Look! It is half past ten. We shall reach de Naarboveck's about a quarter past eleven.
Monsieur de Naarboveck said he never saw your signature in La Capitale now that most probably you were travelling." "I have, in fact, just returned to Paris. Are all well at Monsieur de Naarboveck's? Has Mademoiselle Wilhelmine recovered from the sad shock of Captain Brocq's death?... His end was so sudden!" "Oh, yes, Monsieur."
"Why, Mademoiselle, just in the same way as you happen to be here the fancy took me to pass this way!... I often do." "Oh!" cried Bobinette in an apologetic tone. "Now, I am going to ask you how it is you have never responded to Monsieur de Naarboveck's invitation to take a cup of tea with us now and then! We were speaking of you only the other day.
"You know quite well that I am living in the Baron de Naarboveck's house. The least noise, an alarm raised, and I would not answer for the consequences: we should almost certainly be caught!" "We have nothing to fear. An hour from now I wish to be in your room!" "But how shall you get into it?" asked Bobinette, who was giving way before this persistent attack. "You will return alone.
"We know all about that, Monsieur Juve ... besides the person whom the Minister wished to learn something about was not Monsieur de Naarboveck's daughter, but her companion a young woman named Berthe."... "And nicknamed Bobinette!" finished Juve. "What do you think of her?" asked the Under-Secretary. Juve's reply was an indirect one.
Why, only to give one example, for the last two years you have been content to occupy an inferior position in the house of this Bavarian diplomat or Austrian I don't know what he is?" "Naarboveck?" asked Bobinette, surprised. "But don't imagine that I am the Baron de Naarboveck's servant: still, if it were otherwise, I can't play proud.
Bobinette touched on the various stages of her life up to the day when she came in contact with the Baron de Naarboveck. The care she had lavished on the youthful Wilhelmine gained the gratitude of the rich diplomat and his daughter. From that time they treated her as one of themselves: she became Mademoiselle de Naarboveck's companion.
"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.
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