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Updated: May 9, 2025
This was to be the termination of the ceremony, but an unlooked for addition to the program appeared in the person of one of those Parisian "Natural Men" or "Primitive Men." He was a very old, long-bearded man and wore a white robe. He went by the name of Ouaouaoua, and his portrait had been published in all city papers.
"No, not Fantômas, but the Primitive Man, generally called Ouaouaoua." "And you let him go?" "Oh, I let him go all right, but not before he gave me his address." Juve smiled grimly. "A nice mess you've made of it!" Wulf continued with an air of great importance: "I can tell you something else, the King returns to Glotzbourg to-night, but before he goes we shall have the guilty person arrested."
Suddenly he gave a yell and sprang forward. Ouaouaoua, taking advantage of the engine driver's absence, had entered his compartment and pulled the levers. In a moment the train was under way. As Juve made a jump on board, Wulf tried to restrain him, and in the scuffle knocked the revolver out of the detective's hand.
At the head of the mob and more daring than the others appeared a strange individual. A long-bearded old man, dressed in white, was endeavoring to force his way into the hotel and a fight was taking place at the door. "I know him," muttered Juve, "I have seen him once or twice before trying to raise a row about this affair." "Why it's Ouaouaoua, the Primitive Man," cried Fandor.
In that case he would not hesitate to arrest them both, although he suspected that Fantômas's mistress would be more ready to give him up than to shield him. But Ouaouaoua brusquely made a right-about face and headed toward the Boulevard des Batignolles. "Are we going to keep this up much longer?" inquired Wulf, who by this time was breathless and weary.
"You can go if you like," growled Juve without turning his head. In his intense absorption, Juve failed to notice the menacing and ironical look the officer directed at him. Ouaouaoua now turned down the Rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette hastening his speed. The two men had some difficulty in keeping up with him. Suddenly he disappeared at the corner of the Rue Saint Lazare and the Rue Lamartine.
When she had reached a remote part of the wood she entered a small hut. A few moments later visitors to the Bois noticed the well-known Ouaouaoua, the Primitive Man, walking down the main pathway. The enigmatic and dreamy face of this man resembled neither the Marquis de Sérac nor Madame Ceiron and yet ...
Taking the utmost precaution, Juve and Wulf followed the enigmatic Ouaouaoua for over an hour. The singular meeting had given the detective food for thought. This man had figured prominently at the ceremony of the Singing Fountains; again, he had been foremost in the demonstration of the mob against the King outside the Royal Palace.
A hush came over the crowd and then in the silence a vague metallic murmur was heard above the splash of the water. This time there was no mistake. The Fountains were singing. Thousands of witnesses were present and could testify to that fact. The crowd at once associated the arrival of Ouaouaoua with the music from the Fountains, and he was acclaimed the hero of the occasion.
Juve took out his revolver, and then an exclamation of surprise escaped his lips. Fifty yards away, a figure appeared, vague and dressed in white. "What the devil does that mean? I've been following the Marquis de Sérac, of that I'm sure, and now I find this other one." Then turning to Wulf, he gripped him by the arm. "You see that individual, well, he is the Primitive Man Ouaouaoua."
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