"Well, Monsieur Juve, and what do you think of my detective instinct?"
"I don't understand."
"Ah, you thought you'd got rid of me at the Sud-Nord Station, didn't you, but I fooled you. I arrived at the scene of the explosion at the precise moment you were giving an address to the chauffeur and carrying away a body."
"A body ... in pretty good health!"
"Furthermore, I came across some one you were looking for, I think."
"Fantômas?"
"No, not Fantômas, but the Primitive Man, generally called Ouaouaoua."
"And you let him go?"
"Oh, I let him go all right, but not before he gave me his address."
Juve smiled grimly.