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Updated: June 22, 2025
It would be madness to attempt it! For Fandor divined that behind the mask of Trokoff lurked the evil countenance of Fantômas Fantômas who was gloating over his confusion and despair, rejoicing in his agony, counting on his collapse, hoping for some act of cowardice. Never would Jérôme Fandor play the coward! At this stake to which they had bound him he would die without a sound!
But the enquiry wished to establish that, anterior to this, Fandor had already taken the place of the real Vinson: the military authorities seemed to attach immense importance to this point.
"Shall we go out for a quarter of an hour, Fandor?" and when they were presently in the corridor, he smote the young fellow in a friendly way on the shoulder and enquired: "Well, my boy, what do you say to all that?" Jérôme Fandor seemed to be overwhelmed. "You accuse my father? You really accuse Etienne Rambert of being Gurn? Surely I am dreaming!"
One being, and one only, was capable of such a diabolically clever performance; and Fandor, who would not believe it some weeks before, when discussing the question with Juve, had now to accept his hypothesis as a certainty: his acts caused his unseen personality to hit you in the eyes!
Fandor would have liked to find out the exact nature of Bobinette's intimacy with the ill-fated officer, also to what extent she was in love with Henri de Loubersac; but, as she showed by her manner that she did not relish this talk, either because of the turn it had taken, or because it was held in a public place, Fandor had to take his leave. Bobinette went off.
Fandor understood the hidden meaning. He was to hand over the design as he had promised; but he had decided to put them off with a concocted design of his own! He must hasten now to the appointed meeting place. Fandor rose at once. Whilst dressing he decided: "I shall go in mufti be Jérôme Fandor, undisguised. Better be on the safe side this may be an anti-spy trap.
A house-porter of the correct stamp appeared. "He lives here, Monsieur." Fandor offered his card, and the letter of introduction from M. Dupont. "Please see that these are handed to Monsieur de Naarboveck, and find out if he can receive me." The porter, having decided that the visitor was too well dressed to be left waiting on the steps, signed to the young man to follow him.
What on earth had become of the King? thought Fandor. He couldn't have jumped out of the window. The servant's staircase came into his mind, but the door to that he found locked. "It is useless for Monsieur to say more; kindly come with us to the police station." "After all, Monsieur was alone with the little lady," added the concièrge. Fandor went rapidly to the dining-room.
To begin with, I have come to get your reply to the telegram in cipher which his Highness the Minister of the Interior sent your Majesty yesterday." "The deuce," thought Fandor, "this is getting annoying. What on earth shall I tell him?" Then with an air of innocence he asked: "What telegram are you speaking of? I have received none." "Your Majesty didn't receive it?"
In a couple of minutes I'll put on my hat with the flowers and leave my workwoman in charge here. Then I'll take you myself to this M. Juve... if you're afraid of him, I'm not!" Fandor, smoking a good cigar, walked to the Rue Monceau, taking deep breaths of the fresh air, looking up with delight at the blue sky.
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