"You are wonderfully made up, Juve."
On hearing his name mentioned, the man gave a start. "Don't utter my name! They know me here as old Paul."
"But why the disguise? Who are you after? Is it anything to do with Fantômas?"
Juve shrugged his shoulders. "Let's leave Fantômas out of it," he said. "At least for the moment. No, my lad, it's a very commonplace affair to-day, and I wouldn't have bumped into you except that I have an hour to while away and wanted your company."
"This disguise for a commonplace affair?" cried Fandor. "Come, Juve, don't keep me in the dark."
Juve laughed at his friend's eagerness.
"You'll always be the same. When it's a matter of detective work, there's no keeping you out of it. Well, here's the information you're after. Read that."
He passed Fandor a greasy, ill-written letter. Fandor took it in at a glance.
"This refers to Loupart, alias the Square?"
"Yes."