"In a house in the Rue Bonaparte."
"M. Juve's house," exclaimed the Marquis de Sérac with an ironical smile.
"And who rescued you?" asked M. Havard.
Marie Pascal turned to identify Fandor but the journalist had disappeared.
Getting wind of what was afoot after reaching the station, he had kept out of sight and listened to the rumors of the crowd. It was with stupefaction that he at length discovered that the authorities had actually decided that Juve and Fantômas were one and the same person!
With his usual quick decision, he promptly made up his mind that he would be more useful to his friend if he remained free. He realized the probability of his own arrest for counterfeiting the King.
M. Vicart offered humble apologies to the pseudo Grand Duchess Alexandra, who accepted them with a haughty inclination of the head, and hastened to join the suite of the King.
The latter warmly thanked the Marquis de Sérac and amid the acclamations of the crowd the train started.
Wulf, swollen with vanity, cried aloud so that everyone might hear: