"Nearly killed you? Where?"
"In a house in the Rue Bonaparte."
"M. Juve"s house," exclaimed the Marquis de Serac with an ironical smile.
"And who rescued you?" asked M. Havard.
Marie Pascal turned to identify Fandor but the journalist had disappeared.
Getting wind of what was afoot after reaching the station, he had kept out of sight and listened to the rumors of the crowd. It was with stupefaction that he at length discovered that the authorities had actually decided that Juve and Fantomas were one and the same person!
With his usual quick decision, he promptly made up his mind that he would be more useful to his friend if he remained free. He realized the probability of his own arrest for counterfeiting the King.
M. Vicart offered humble apologies to the pseudo Grand d.u.c.h.ess Alexandra, who accepted them with a haughty inclination of the head, and hastened to join the suite of the King.
The latter warmly thanked the Marquis de Serac and amid the acclamations of the crowd the train started.
Wulf, swollen with vanity, cried aloud so that everyone might hear:
"It is thanks to me that he is arrested!"
Juve now left with the police officers, shouted at the top of his voice:
"But I am Juve! Juve! Oh! they are all crazy! Crazy!"
In a few moments he was taken to a waiting taxi, while the crowd took a last look at the departing King and his suite. They were saying:
"That"s the Grand d.u.c.h.ess and the Marquis de Serac!"
Juve gave one great cry of distress, while the tears coursed down his cheeks.
"The Grand d.u.c.h.ess! the Marquis de Serac! No! no! The police have arrested an innocent man and have let Lady Beltham and Fantomas escape!"
THE END