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Updated: July 10, 2025
The piercing notes of the new groom's mother mingled with the refined accents of Wilhelmine de Naarboveck, who, in the absence of her companion, was about to show the new groom the room allotted to him. In such matters Wilhelmine was more punctilious than most. "Did you hear, Vagualame?" Bobinette paled. Could her overstrung nerves be playing her tricks?
The shopwoman displayed her assortment of cotillion objects. She did her part ably. But Wilhelmine de Naarboveck gave but a perfunctory attention to this choosing of cotillion accessories. The saleswoman was more and more astonished. She considered that were her customer's orders executed to the letter she would have the oddest assortment of cotillion accessories that could be imagined.
After all, you are basing your conclusion upon a number of minor details, upon the observation of hotel clerks. All that is not sufficient. But don't you think anyone in Paris knows the King by sight?" "Only two persons knew him here.... The Ambassador of Hesse-Weimar, M. de Naarboveck, who has just been changed and whose successor has not as yet arrived.
He is certain to go to his place even if, feeling he is unmasked, he has decided to disappear forever. Do not let him escape! Juve, for Heaven's sake, hurry!" Juve did not stir. "How very violent you are, and how simple, my little Fandor! Look now, it is quite three minutes since de Naarboveck disappeared from here, and you imagine there is still time to catch him?... It is childish!"...
Now behold, here was this little red-haired creature, Bobinette, who asked for the solution of this formidable, incomprehensible, unprecedented thing, wanted it straight away. "Who is Fantômas?" Fandor's attitude, his expression showed how surprised he was at such a question. M. de Naarboveck emphasised and justified the journalist's astonishment.
She told him she was not the daughter of the baron de Naarboveck, that her real name was Thérèse Auvernois. This told de Loubersac nothing. Wilhelmine explained that her childhood had been passed in an ancient château, on the banks of the Dordogne, with her grandmother, the Marquise de Langrune. One fatal December day the Marquise had been assassinated.
"Hah!... Look in another direction ... among his friends ... in the great world ... the diplomatic set, for preference ... Think of those in the de Naarboveck circle."... "Look out, Vagualame!" exclaimed de Loubersac. "Weigh your words well!" "Do not be afraid, lieu ... pardon Monsieur Henri!" "Perhaps you think it is Bobinette?" queried de Loubersac. "No." "Who then?"
Wilhelmine de Naarboveck came into view. She was one beam of happiness and radiant beauty. "Ah, Monsieur, I perceive you are not dancing," she said, playing the good hostess to Juve. "Will you not allow me to introduce you to some charming girls?" "This is not the time," thought Juve: "and there is my age to be considered."
The diplomat hastily withdrew his hands from Fandor's grasp, opened a heavy portfolio such as advocates carry, and drew from it a black gown like his own, an advocate's cap, and a pair of dark coloured trousers. "Put these on as quickly as possible," said de Naarboveck, "and we will leave here together." Fandor hesitated: de Naarboveck insisted. "It is of the first importance that you leave here!
The Baron bowed, and, as Madame Paradel moved away, he went towards the entrance of the gallery commanding a view of the hall and stairs. The figures of two advancing guests had caught his eye. In a tone at once enigmatic and perfectly correct, de Naarboveck accosted them: "You are among my guests, gentlemen."
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