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However, this was a fresh development of the case, and he was about to draft a reply to M. de Presles when once more the bell rang sharply. This time Juve did not move, but listened while his man spoke to the visitor. It was an absolute rule of Juve's never to receive visitors at his flat.
But Fandor was too good a pupil of Juve to let him have the slightest inkling of his feelings. There was an enigmatic smile on his lips whilst he awaited Juve's reply. The detective quickly decided to speak out. "I am looking into a very serious affair which interests me greatly." "Grave?" "Possibly." This did not satisfy Fandor.
I want you to keep watch while I run to Headquarters here.... There may be news!" De Loubersac jumped up, wide awake in a moment. He took his turn on the quay at once. Juve hurried to the police station. He was on the doorstep when a telegraph boy rode up with a telegram. It was for our detective. The paper shook in Juve's hands as his eyes devoured the message: it was in cypher.
You very likely know that Juve has made it his special business to follow up Fantômas; he has sworn that he will take him, and he is after him body and soul. Let us hope he will succeed! But it is no good pretending that Juve's job is not as difficult a one as can be imagined.
Of an enquiring turn of mind, Fandor had not been content with the episodic work of a mere reporter: he eagerly pursued the guilty, took a lively interest in the victims, and became Juve's valuable collaborator, with whom the bonds of friendship strengthened day by day.
De Naarboveck's tone was irony incarnate.... "And what may I ask is your aim in forcing this conversation, Monsieur?" Juve's reply came, distinct, determined: "Unmask Fantômas!" "That shall be as you like," was the diplomat's reply. In the library, unusually full of furniture, Juve and de Naarboveck met for their duel of words and wits. They were by themselves.
Revived by a cordial, Vinson gradually recovered his senses. Painfully he raised his heavy eyelids: he looked about him curiously, anxiously. He was in a large, square room, dimly lighted, almost empty, with bare white walls. "Where am I?" he asked Juve. Three men surrounded him. Juve's was the sole face he knew. Juve wore a solemn look: his words were gently spoken.
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