At that moment a cyclist constable, dripping with sweat and quite out of breath, came in and hastening straight to Juve, cried:
"I come from Nogent!"
"Well?"
"Well, M. Inspector, they saw a masked man come out of the convent, wrapped in a big cloak. They gave chase—he fired a revolver twice and killed two officers."
"Good God! It was certainly——"
"We thought, too—that perhaps—after all—it was—it was Fantômas!"
"Juve!" called the Commissary. "You are wanted on the telephone. Neuilly is asking for you."
The detective picked up the receiver.
"Hello! hello! Is that you, Michel? Yes. What is it? In a motor? Oh, you have taken the driver. But he—curse it! Who the devil is this man who always escapes us? What? He is in Lady Beltham's house! You have surrounded the house? Good, keep your eyes open! Do nothing till I come."
Juve hung up the receiver and turned to Fandor.