"The deuce!" he exclaimed softly; "who can be coming to ring Gurn up when everybody in Paris knows he has been arrested?" and he felt mechanically in his pocket to make sure that his revolver was there. Then he smiled. "What a fool I am! Of course it is only Mme. Doulenques, wondering why I am staying here so long."
He strode to the door, flung it wide open, and then recoiled in astonishment.
"You?" he exclaimed, surveying the caller from top to toe. "You? Charles Rambert! Or, I should say, Jérôme Fandor! Now what the deuce does this mean?"
XXIII. The Wreck of the "Lancaster"
Jérôme Fandor entered the room without a word. Juve closed the door behind him. The boy was very pale and manifestly much upset.
"What is the matter?" said Juve.
"Something terrible has happened," the boy answered. "I have just heard awful news: my poor father is dead!"
"What?" Juve exclaimed sharply. "M. Etienne Rambert dead?"