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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Simply because a charge of murder has been brought against Frederick-Christian." "Very few people know it," exclaimed the journalist. He stopped speaking suddenly. Outside the murmur of a crowd grew louder and louder as it approached. Juve and Fandor ran to the window just in time to receive a volley of stones which broke the glass in several places. The two men sprang back.
One thing and one alone had developed from his interview. The King denied his guilt. "The only thing I know," he thought, "is that the concièrge affirms that Frederick-Christian was alone when he came to see Susy d'Orsel.... If I can prove that definitely I can also prove by the chain of evidence that the King is guilty. But how to do it?"
A squad of policemen now arrived on the scene, and without much difficulty succeeded in dispersing the mob. "Well, Juve." "Well, Fandor." "To tell you the truth, Juve," admitted the journalist, "I am beginning to get a little uneasy. However, this manifestation is against Frederick-Christian, not against me...." Juve interrupted. "Idiot, don't you understand what's happening?
"My dear Juve, you are probably surprised at being sent for to-day." "A little ... yes." "Well, you probably know that the King of Hesse-Weimar, Frederick-Christian II, has been staying incognito in Paris?" Juve nodded. He did not think it necessary to mention the incident that had occasioned this visit. "Now, Christian II has, or rather had, a mistress, Susy d'Orsel, a demi-mondaine.
His companion had declared himself to be the journalist, Jerome Fandor, and had called him by name Frederick-Christian. Furthermore, he had cried: "It was you who killed Susy d'Orsel. It was you who threw her out of the window!" What had happened after that? His mind was a complete blank. Had these events occurred recently, or a long time ago?
He gave no hint, however, that Fandor was still, as Juve thought, impersonating Frederick-Christian, and made no mention of his own adventures. He concluded by saying: "In a word, we have now only to establish the guilt of Fantômas and publish the story of his crime, to absolve the King in the eyes of all ... and that will mean the end of your troubles."
"Now, this woman who has not been murdered threw herself out of the window last night at three o'clock; in a word, she committed suicide, at the precise moment when Frederick-Christian was taking supper with her ... you grasp my meaning?" "No, I don't. What are you trying to get at?"
He did not attempt to send up his card to the King, but contented himself with gathering what information he could from among his colleagues who were stationed about the hotel. "The deuce!" he cried, twenty minutes later. "It's true that Frederick-Christian is really here. What has become of Fandor? Well, I shall probably be able to get news of him at his own apartment.
She quickly passed to the outer door and listened. "Why, it sounds as if there were two of them!" A key fumbled in the lock, then the owner of it apparently gave up the task as hopeless and began ringing the bell. Susy opened the door and Frederick-Christian staggered in followed by a man who was a total stranger to her.
For it was not to Fandor she had yielded but to the King of Hesse-Weimar, Frederick-Christian. She looked so pretty with her tears and her love that the situation became intolerable to him. "Sire," whispered the gentle voice of Marie Pascal, "may I remind you of a promise? Dare I ask for a souvenir?" She pointed to a photograph of Frederick-Christian II.
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