The magical word took effect. From that moment, heedless of the frantic signals of policemen, the driver tore along at full speed and reached the square in front of Nogent Station.
"It is only 1.45—Fandor should just have got here."
Juve, indeed, had only just settled with his driver when Fandor popped up from the waiting-room.
"Well, Juve! Anything fresh this morning?"
The detective smiled.
"Any number of things. But I'll tell you later. Where is Josephine?"
"Not here yet."
"The deuce!"
"That confirms my suspicions; eh, Juve?"
"Somewhat. I should be astonished if we did see her."