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He then turned to M. Vicart: "Don't go.... It may be something connected with the King." The door was opened and the visitors announced: "M. the Commissaire of Police Giraud Mlle. Marie Pascal." "Well, Monsieur Giraud ... take a seat, Mademoiselle ... what have you come about?" "A very serious business," answered M. Giraud. "I have come to see you after a visit from Mlle. Marie Pascal.
"That's just what I'm complaining about your absolute lack of comprehension. To begin with, a week has gone by ... a whole week since Juve left, and not a word from Glotzbourg.... In fact, Juve is a day late already.... Does that convey nothing to you?... To me it means that Juve has found nothing there." "I don't quite understand," ventured the bewildered Vicart.
For some time past he had been left very much to his own devices in his tracking of the elusive Fantômas, and he was rarely called in to assist in the pursuit of other criminals. Therefore he realized that it was an affair of the very first importance which called for his presence in M. Vicart's office. The detective found M. Vicart seated at his desk in the badly lighted room.
M. Annion looked through the papers and then continued: "When Vicart saw you this morning he forgot to give you some of the instructions I had charged him with.... I sent two of my men to the Royal Palace Hotel.... Do you know what they found?" "No, I haven't the least idea. There was nothing to learn at the Royal Palace itself." "On the contrary, they made an extraordinary discovery."
M. Annion sat deep in thought for a few moments. Then he burst out: "Hang it! Your accusation of imposture is absurd, Mademoiselle, utterly impossible!" Then, turning to M. Vicart, he added: "Haven't we the formal declaration, irrefutable, of that Secret Service man ... Glaschk..." "Wulfenmimenglaschk." "That's it!... Have you seen him, M. Giraud?"
When M. Vicart had explained the circumstances of the case, Juve summed up: "In a word, Frederick-Christian II went to see his mistress last night, she threw herself out of the window, the King was arrested for murder; he put in a denial, claiming that a third person was present, this third person escaped, an inadmissible hypothesis, since nobody saw him and the door to the servant's staircase was locked ... this morning the King was set at liberty, and we have now to find out whether a crime was really committed or whether it was a case of suicide.... Is that it?"
I told you this morning to put a detective on the case who would bring us a report along the lines that we desire. I pointed out to you the gravity of the situation." "But ..." protested M. Vicart. "Let me finish.... I thought I had made myself quite clear on that point and now, you actually give the commission to Juve!" "Exactly, Monsieur!
Ten minutes after the Place de la Concorde had assumed its usual aspect and the tritons and nereids continued to pour out their 6,716 cubic yards of water every twenty-four hours. M. Vicart, sub-director of the Police Department, was in an execrable humor. In all his long career such a thing had never happened before.
We can then send a report to the press and stifle the threatened scandal." Juve rose. "I will begin an immediate investigation," he replied, smiling, "and M. Vicart, you may depend upon me to use all means in my power to clear up the affair ... entirely and impartially." When Juve had gone, M. Vicart realized a sense of extreme uneasiness. "Impartially!... the deuce!"
I suppose he's weeping over the death of his mistress. And now that fellow Juve has taken a hand in it! I tell you. Monsieur Vicart, we're in a nice fix!" While M. Annion was unburdening his mind to M. Vicart, Juve left the Ministry whistling a march, and hailed a cab to take him to the Rue Monceau.
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