"At ten o'clock."
Fandor threw up his hands.
"I shall be too late. I haven't time to wire Juve and warn him. Oh! what an idiot I was to sleep like that!"
XVI
A DRAMA AT THE BERCY WAREHOUSE
Juve passed the whole day at the Cité Frochot. Despite the precautions taken to keep the failure two days back a secret, the papers had got wind of the drama: The Capital itself had spoken of it, though without naming his fellow-worker. The staff of that paper was unaware that Fandor was the other man who had so marvellously escaped from the sewer. Blood-curdling tales were told about Doctor Chaleck, Juve, Loupart, the house of the crime, the affair at the hospital; but to anyone familiar with the actual happenings, the newspaper accounts were very far from giving the truth.
And Juve, far from contradicting these misstatements, took a delight in spreading them broadcast.
It is sometimes useful to set astray the powerful voice of the Press so as to give a false security to the real culprits.