"And go back to clear herself of treachery in Loupart"s eyes? Is that it?" added Fandor.
"Exactly. Accordingly here is our plan of action. I must go at once to the Prefecture and advise M. Havard of our adventure. Meanwhile you go to the hospital. Contrive to see Josephine, make sure she has not left, watch her and then--wait for me; in two hours, at the latest, I shall be with you."
"All right, Juve, you can reckon on me. Josephine shall not escape me."
Fandor was already moving off when Juve called him back.
"Wait! If ever for one reason or another you want an appointment with me, telegraph to the Safety, room 44, in my name. I will see that the messages always reach me."
A quarter of an hour later Fandor was turning into the Rue Ambroise Pare, when all at once as he pa.s.sed a woman he gave a start.
"Hullo!" he cried; "that"s something we didn"t bargain for!..."
The woman walked along the Boulevard Chapelle toward the Boulevard Barbes. Fandor followed her.
When the great clock which adorns the main front of the Lariboisiere buildings struck six, the nurses in the hospital were busy finishing their preparations for the night.
The surgeon in Dr. Patel"s division was just concluding his evening visit to the patients. With a word of encouragement and cheer he pa.s.sed from bed to bed until he reached the one at the end of the ward. The young woman occupying it was sitting up.
"So you want to be off," exclaimed the surgeon.
"Yes, doctor."
"Then you"re not comfortable here?"
"Yes, doctor, but----"
"But, what? Are you still afraid?"
"No, no."
The patient spoke these last words so confidently that the surgeon could not help smiling.
"Do you know," he observed, "that in your place I should be much less confident. What are you going to do? Where do you think of going when you leave here? Come, now, you are still very weak; you had much better spend the night here. You could go to-morrow morning after the round at eleven. It would be much more rational."
The young woman shook her head and replied curtly:
"I want to go now, sir, at once."
"Very good. They will give you your ticket."
The doctor gone, the young woman quickly jumped out of bed and began to dress herself.
"You don"t suppose I"m going to stay here a minute longer than I have to," she grumbled with a laugh to her neighbour, who was watching her preparations with an envious eye.
"Some one waiting for you?"
"Sure there is. Loupart won"t be pleased that I"m not back yet."
"Are you going from here to his place?"
"You bet I am."
This she said in a tone that showed plainly she found the thing quite natural. The other was not of her mind.
"Oh, well, I should be scared only at the thought of seeing that man.
You were jolly lucky not to have been killed by him. And when he has got hold of you----"
But Josephine laughed merrily.
"My dear," she said, "you don"t know what you"re saying. Depend on it, if Loupart didn"t kill me it"s because he didn"t want to. He"s a splendid shot. I suppose he had his reasons for not wanting me to stay here; I don"t know his affairs, and besides, I came here without consulting him."
A vigorous "hush" from the nurse on duty stopped the conversation.
Josephine meanwhile completed her toilet. A nurse had brought her back the clothes she wore when she entered the hospital. She slipped on a poor muslin skirt, laced her bodice, b.u.t.toned her boots and set her curls straight; she was ready.
"I"m off," she cried gaily to the porter as she held out her pa.s.s to him. "Thank the Lord, I"m going, and I have no fancy to come back to your hotel!"
Once in the street, Josephine walked quickly. She cast a glance at the clock at a cabstand, and found she was behind time.
She went along the Rue Ambroise Pare, then turned on to the outer boulevards.
The dinner-hour being at hand, the populous streets of the Chapelle quarter were at their lowest ebb of animation. The bookshops had long since released their employees, the cafes were giving up their customers. Fandor, having recognised Josephine, followed her closely as she pa.s.sed the outer boulevards, then by Boulevard Barbes.
"Beyond a doubt she is bound for the Goutte d"Or," he muttered.
Some minutes later, sure enough, she reached her home.
"Very good! The bird is back in the nest: My job is now to watch the visitors who come to call on her."
Opposite Josephine"s door there was a wine-shop. This Fandor entered.
"Writing materials, please," he ordered. "I must drop a line to Juve,"
he thought. "We must begin to set the trap."
He was busy drawing up a detailed plan of the neighbourhood when, on raising his head, he gave a violent start, and, throwing a coin on the table, rushed out of the shop.
"She is well disguised, but there"s no mistaking her!"
Without losing sight of the woman he was watching, Fandor reached the Metropolitan Station.
"Good Lord! What does this mean?" he muttered. "Where is she off to?
She"s taking a first-cla.s.s ticket. Can she have an appointment with Chaleck?" He also took a ticket behind the young woman and reached the platform.
"I"m going where she goes," he thought. "But where the devil are we bound for?"
Loupart"s mistress was the embodiment of a charming Parisian.