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These traces proved to be those of a woman's shoes, small, elegant and well made. They could not possibly belong to Mother Citron nor to Susy d'Orsel, who, he recalled, had worn satin mules on the night of the murder. The person who immediately presented herself to Juve's mind was Marie Pascal. "The deuce!" he cried, "this becomes complicated.
The Queen's chamberlain, Monsieur Erick von Kampfen, after carefully examining Juve's credentials, led the detective into a drawing-room in which were already gathered a number of persons. An officer, in a wonderful uniform, came forward and introduced him to several of his companions. "Princesse de Krauss, duc de Rutisheimer, colonel ..." Juve was not surprised at this.
Fandor then conducted him to the door, whispering advice as to the best way of passing his night in Paris. Scarcely had the ridiculous Wulf disappeared when Juve seized Fandor by the shoulder. "Fandor! What does this mean?" "Why, Juve, simply that I'm the King of Hesse-Weimar of which fact you had a proof just now." But Juve's face was serious.
How had the monster died? The detective, naturally, had no intention of enlightening Wulf as to the truth. He therefore answered in monosyllables, annoyed by the turn the conversation had taken. In fact, as the questions became more pressing, it flashed through Juve's mind that the stupid officer was actually beginning to suspect him of being Fantômas.
Without a moment's hesitation he put out his light and darted behind the curtains. It was a good position to take up for he could see without being seen. The footsteps drew near, the door opened and a light from an electric lantern similar to the one Juve had used, was thrown into the room. The individual advanced to the bed, all unaware of Juve's presence.
After all he had been through, Fandor was in a state of high tension. He caught Juve's hand and beat it with angry impatience. "Don't quibble, Juve!... It is too deadly serious!... What do you really mean?... We know that de Naarboveck is Fantômas, but you swore to me that it is impossible to arrest Naarboveck.
If Etienne Rambert was the guilty party, Charles Rambert would not have taken his own life." Juve's voice shook a little. "You would be quite right, sir, if again it were not necessary to add that Etienne Rambert is Gurn that is to say, Fantômas!
Juve's conviction was that this old Vagualame, secret agent of the Second Bureau, murderer of Captain Brocq, the Vagualame he had encountered at Fandor's flat, could only be a young man in the flower of his age could be none other than Fantômas. Juve was about to put more questions to Bobinette, but two figures came into view, and they were nearing the avenue Rachel.
Juve now knew the answer to the riddle of the bandit's disappearance. Within an ace of arrest, he had seized the chance offered by Juve's interchange of glances with the king, and with an acrobat's agility had slipped inside this chair! No sooner was the chair abandoned in the gallery than de Naarboveck-Fantômas had slipped out and away.
Whilst Juve returned to the jetty to await the departure of the excursion steamer, Henri de Loubersac, alone in his compartment, reflected sadly on his relations with Wilhelmine.... He had loved her a long time. A frank, a sincere affection for her had gradually grown into a love which filled his whole heart and mind. Juve's words had troubled him profoundly.
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