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De Naarboveck seated himself on the one bench the cell contained. He invited Fandor to sit close to him, so that they might converse in low tones.
So numerous were their social engagements they rarely had time for a quiet talk together. Wilhelmine was in good spirits. De Naarboveck listened with an indulgent smile to her vivacious account of the little happenings and doings of her day. Presently a more serious subject came up for discussion. The word "marriage" was mentioned.
Fandor's grip and spring had been so sudden that Trokoff had not been able to defend himself. He and Fandor struggled, twisted, writhed, in a terrible embrace; panting, livid, with eyes of hate and horror! De Naarboveck had laid hold of Trokoff, shouting: "You shall die! You must die!" This frightful struggle lasted but a few moments. Trokoff managed to free himself from Fandor's grip.
"I do not know, Monsieur." "What! There is a visitor here, unnoticed.... Are you also ignorant of the fact that the Baron de Naarboveck receives a king here to-night?" "Oh, as to that, I know it Frederick Christian II." Monsieur Lépine was incensed at the detective's calm. "You know it!
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.
"Alas, Monsieur," she had declared, in a tone slightly sad, "I am too much afraid that my name, the pet name my friends use, will become very quickly known to the public; for, I suppose, what you have come to see M. Naarboveck about is to ask him for information regarding this sad affair we have all been thinking so much about." "Now we have come to it!" thought Fandor.
Vagualame, Naarboveck, Fantômas, are one and the same: and, be sure of this, we have not set eyes on the real face of Fantômas yet, for de Naarboveck is as much made up for the part as he is when playing Vagualame!... Also."... "Juve! Juve!" interrupted Fandor.... "We are mad to stay talking like this!... Naarboveck has just vanished.
Yes, I am de Naarboveck.... It is thanks to a subterfuge that I have been able to get near you."... Fandor was nonplussed. A hundred questions rose to his lips, but he did not speak. He had better await developments. As de Naarboveck had run such risks to enter his cell so disguised, he must have something extraordinary to say to the prisoner, Jérôme Fandor!
The master of the house stepped forward to greet them, whilst Fandor drew Juve by the sleeve into the corner of a window recess. Speaking low, he asked: "Juve! what is the meaning of this comedy?" "Alas, Fandor! it is no comedy!" "De Naarboveck is an ambassador?" "For the kingdom of Hesse-Weimar, yes. He has been that for over a week since that evening we failed to arrest him in the rue Lepic."
Suddenly Fandor shouted: "Do not kill him! If it is Fantômas, we must take him alive!" Before de Naarboveck had time to reply, the door was flung back against him, thus putting him out of action for the moment. Fandor shot forward, seized Trokoff by the throat, and, rolling on the floor with him, yelled: "To me, Naarboveck! Fantômas, you are taken! Yield!"
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