"Do you think your lover will attach much weight to the arrest of Juve? Won't he fancy it's a put-up job?"
"A put-up job! How could it be? Why, I saw with my two eyes Juve led away with the bracelets on his wrists."
The growing hubbub of the newsboys crying the evening papers drew near the Place d'Anvers. Instinctively Fandor, followed by Josephine, went toward them. On the boulevard he bought a paper.
"There you see!" cried Josephine triumphantly. "Here it is in print, so it is true!"
In scare headlines appeared this notice—"Amazing development in the affair of the Outlaws of La Chapelle. Detective Juve under lock and key."
Fandor, when he met Josephine in the Place d'Anvers, was on his way to the Rue des Abesses where Bonardin occupied a nice little suite of three rooms, tastefully decorated and comfortably furnished.
The actor had his shoulder in plaster—Juve's bullet had broken his clavicle, but the doctor declared that with a few days' rest he would be quite well again.
"M. Fandor, I am very sorry for what is happening to M. Juve. Do you think if I were to declare my intention not to proceed against him——"
Fandor cut his companion short.
"Let justice take its course, M. Bonardin. There will always be time later on."