"Search him!"
Immediately one of his guards snatched the diamond from his waistcoat pocket. Juve looked up and in the doorway stood the absurd Wulf and by his side the Marquis de Sérac.
"Fantômas," he cried, "Fantômas!... arrest him!" Then in a sudden access of rage:
"Let me go, you idiots! M. Annion, what does this mean? Fantômas stands before you! We've got him, and Lady Beltham, too!"
M. Annion paid no attention to his outburst, but calmly turned to another man who had appeared on the scene.
"Monsieur Heberlauf, do you recognize this man?"
M. Heberlauf, who never could make a decision, hesitated:
"It seems to me ... I don't know ... I think I do. Madame Heberlauf can tell you better than I can."
Madame Heberlauf now stepped forward and in a flood of words, explained to M. Annion that she had no doubt in the matter.
"By a most infernal device, Monsieur, this criminal escaped from his prison, and not content with that, he killed an unfortunate servant, an old porter whom our police discovered the following day in the mortuary chapel of Glotzbourg."