It was a mocking Fantômas he saw; for the abominable bandit was mocking him—was imitating his every gesture to the life!...
Fandor's gaze was fixed in an observing stare....
Did he not see cords binding the limbs of Fantômas? cords binding him about the middle, constricting his whole body?
Was he in some hell nightmare?... Was he mad?... Who was this facing him?... Why, himself!...
Fandor, whose image was reflected in a mirror facing him a yard or two away! Fandor had been endowed with the outline of—Fantômas!...
From the throat of this Fandor-Fantômas issued a long-drawn howl of rage!