"To the Palais de Justice!"
As soon as they reached the rue de Rennes, de Naarboveck changed his destination....
He turned to Fandor.
"Well, Monsieur Fandor, what have you to say to this?"
"Ah, Baron, how can I ever express my gratitude?"
De Naarboveck smiled.... He gazed at the journalist. There was something in the situation he found amusing....
Following the baron's directions, the taxi went up the rue Lapic, and reached the heights of Montmartre. It stopped at last in a little street, dark and deserted, before a wretched-looking house, whose front was vaguely outlined in a small neglected garden.
De Naarboveck paid the driver, passed under a dark arch, crossed the garden, and reached a kind of lodge. He let himself in, followed by Fandor. They went up a cork-screw staircase to the floor above. De Naarboveck switched on a light, and Fandor saw that he and his rescuer were in a studio of vast proportions, well furnished.
Thick curtains hung before a large glass bay: it was a lofty room with very slightly sloping walls.