"You are set on it, Monsieur?" 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. Juve had made the Baron pass into the room before him. He knew there was but one exit—the door. If in order to get clear away, de Naarboveck meant to employ force or trickery, he would first have to remove Juve from the door, before which he had stationed himself.
Juve did not budge.
Certainly there was the window at the other end of the room looking on to the Esplanade des Invalides. Curtains were drawn across the window, but Juve did not fear to see his adversary escape in that direction: he knew—and he alone knew it—that between this window and the curtains there was an obstacle—someone."...
"Do you remember, Monsieur de Naarboveck, that evening when the police came here to arrest Vagualame?"
"Yes," replied de Naarboveck with his ironic smile: "and it was you, Monsieur Juve, who got yourself arrested in that disguise!"