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And so it is certain this is one proof more that even if the murderer did not get in from outside, he did at any rate take to flight after he had committed the crime." "So it can't be Charles Rambert after all," said the magistrate. "It 'ought to be' Charles Rambert!" was Juve's baffling reply. The magistrate waxed irritable.
"But Juve! I tell you de Naarboveck must return to his house! Let us put a watch on him and trap him!" Juve's voice trembled as he made answer: "We cannot arrest de Naarboveck!"... "Why?... What do you mean?"... "Because, though I have the right to place my hand on the collar of Fantômas, I have no power to arrest de Naarboveck!"... Fandor's reply to this was an uncomprehending stare.
Had not de Loubersac protested vehemently against such an odious calumny? But now that he knew this statement was Juve's, he was in a state of torment his love was bleeding with the torture of it! At last he summoned up courage to put the question to Juve. Juve frowned, looked embarrassed. He had foreseen the question.
"That is enough!... I am going to take you to Rouen!... You can account for yourself to the magistrates!" Juve and Henri de Loubersac passed the night on the quay. Daybreak found them marching side by side, keeping their weary watch and ward. De Loubersac had fallen silent; monosyllabic replies to Juve's remarks had given place to no remarks at all. Juve looked at Henri and smiled.
"Fantômas is there, Michel," Juve cried: "concealed, but not escaped.... There may be some hiding-place in these walls we must sound them but no passage, no exit: I am sure of that. Let us carry out these pieces of furniture, which form a veritable barricade." Some moments passed, tense with expectancy. At Juve's earnest request the king had left the room.
As one who had the privilege of free entry to the house, Fandor opened the front door of Juve's flat with the latchkey he possessed as a special favour, traversed the semi-darkness of the corridor and went towards his friend's study. He raised the curtain, opened the door half-way, and caught sight of Juve at his desk. "Don't disturb yourself, it is only Fandor!"
Like lightning Juve tore off in pursuit. The masquerader had the advantage by some yards. Banging door after door in Juve's face, he rushed towards the entrance hall, gained the staircase, racing down it by leaps and bounds, four steps at a time!... Juve at his heels, risked breaking his neck in hot pursuit.... Vagualame reached the porch of the house door: Juve was close on his quarry....
"Just when?... Where?... In the street?" de Loubersac was keenly interested. "No just when I was arrested." "But, from what I have heard, there were very few of you!" cried de Loubersac. "Then the real Vagualame must have been at the Baron de Naarboveck's?" "Hah!" was Juve's non-committal exclamation. "Whom do you suspect?" Juve kept silence.
I have still a card to play against his, and I play it this very night.... Enough of that for the moment! I am dying to know how you, whom I believed peacefully reposing at Cherche-Midi, happen to be playing the part of Fantômas in deserted studios!" Juve's coolness was infectious. Fandor was himself again. He told Juve the story of his escape.
Monsieur Havard, Juve's chief, had talked this matter over the night before, and his last words of command were: "Above all, Juve, manage matters so that there is no fuss!... There must not be a fuss!"
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