30 Suspense and Thriller Masterpieces. Гилберт Кит Честертон

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deliverance, he grew curious to know the results of the detective's investigation.

      "Well, you were successful?"

      "Yes, quite successful."

      "Do they know in Glotzbourg?"

      "They must have some suspicion by now."

      "When did you get back?"

      "This morning."

      "Only this morning! And did you get my letter?"

      "Your what, Sire?… I don't catch."

      "I say you must have got my letter, since you are here, and now please get me out of this hole as quickly as possible … it's awful being shut up here … you can't imagine how I long for a breath of fresh air."

      "Yes, yes, I understand, but I'm wondering how I'm to get you out."

      "What's that?"

      "Have you thought over a way we can effect the exchange?"

      "But, my dear fellow, you must know what to do. I gave you full particulars in my letter."

      "In your letter?"

      "Yes… . I even enclosed a diagram."

      There was a pause, the voice then asked:

      "Will you pass me up this letter by … "

      Fandor interrupted:

      "Why, it's quite simple! Find the third naiad, counting from the one nearest the bridge."

      Suddenly the voice explained:

      "Look here, Sire, we are talking at cross purposes. I am asking you where we can exchange the diamond."

      "The diamond?"

      "Yes! Your diamond."

      Fandor's face grew pale.

      "My diamond!"

      "The diamond I went to Glotzbourg to get … what's the matter with you, Sire? Don't you remember?… And what's all this about a letter?"

      "Why, Juve! I'm talking of the letter I left at your apartment in which I explained how you may reach me!"

      "Juve! Juve! Oho!"

      A burst of strident laughter, infernal and diabolical, reached Fandor, who now guessed the horrible truth.

      "If it isn't Juve who is speaking, who is it?" he cried. "For the love of God, who are you?"

      "The person speaking to you … is Fantômas."

      "Fantômas!"

      Staggering, terrified, Fandor screamed:

      "Fantômas! Fantômas!… It can't be possible! Fantômas has been arrested! Fantômas is in the hands of Juve!"

      "Fantômas arrested?… Fantômas can't be arrested! He will never be caught! He is above and beyond every attack, every menace! Fantômas is Death, Eternal Death, Pitiless Death, King Death! Good-bye!"

      A long silence followed. Fandor was stunned by the awful reality. He experienced all the sensations of a man buried alive, condemned to death with torture. And then another thought flashed through his mind:

      "The papers spoke of Fantômas's arrest. But if Fantômas is at liberty, it must mean that Juve has been beaten! Juve went to Glotzbourg to arrest him. A man has been arrested under the name of Fantômas. That man must be Juve himself!"

      And his letter! The first thing Fantômas would do would be to go to Juve's apartment and destroy it.

      "He has got me," he exclaimed. "He can choose his own time to kill me. He can send down asphyxiating gas or a deluge of water through the connecting tube, or he can just leave me here to die slowly of hunger and thirst."

      The journalist began pacing up and down his prison. He tried to recover his calm and argue the case out:

      "Here I am in perfect health, clear in my mind and able to struggle to the bitter end. I have enough food and water to last me about nine or ten days. In my pocket I have my revolver, so that I can blow my brains out if it comes to the worst. But I won't. I'll fight! I'll fight until I drop!"

      Chapter 22 BETWEEN US THREE—FANTÔMAS!

      For the second time, the Grand Duchess Alexandra solemnly repeated to the Queen:

      "I have the honor to take leave of your Majesty, and I dare to hope that I may hear news of your Majesty when I reach my journey's end. I shall be away a long while from the court of Hesse-Weimar and from its august Sovereign for whom I profess the deepest respect."

      The Queen was at first unwilling to believe in the retreat of her enemy, but she was at length obliged to accept the fact when Alexandra made her formal adieux.

      "There was a rumor that you were going to leave us," she replied, "but I scarcely credited it, Madame."

      The adventuress, who by a series of extraordinary circumstances had been enabled to pass herself as a cousin of the reigning family, looked at the Queen sadly:

      "Your Majesty is not very kind to me," she exclaimed with tears in her voice, "and I hoped for a more friendly farewell at the moment when I am taking my departure for the new world."

      The Queen was touched by these words; with an impulsive movement she opened her arms to the false Grand Duchess, who flung herself into them in a long embrace.

      The two women now had a heart to heart talk in which the Queen confessed her fears and distrust. She even went to the length of admitting her belief that Alexandra had had designs upon the throne of Hesse-Weimar.

      The adventuress looked with pitying contempt upon the little Queen Hedwige:

      "Your Majesty has been outrageously deceived," she replied, "I belong to a race which is incapable of such treachery."

      Completely reassured, the Queen became very tender and ended affectionately by wishing the pseudo Duchess a good journey. The two women parted friends.

      On a siding in the Glotzbourg station stood a private car, which had been placed at the service of the Grand Duchess, waiting to be connected with the Paris express from Berlin.

      Inside, the Duchess, dressed in a quiet traveling costume, sat talking to Prince Gudulfin. The young man was pale and anxious:

      "Your orders have been carried out, Madame, are you satisfied?"

      The pseudo Grand Duchess thanked the Prince with a softened look, and the latter continued in a low voice:

      "Madame, you know that my followers are prepared to try a coup d'état—for pity's sake accept the homage of my love, give me a word of hope, and I will overthrow the present dynasty and mount the throne myself with you as my Queen."

      "That is nothing but a mad dream, Prince … something impossible to happen … we have not the right even to think of it."

      "You are more than unkind to me, Madame … you are enigmatic … mysterious."

      At this moment a newsboy was heard crying an extra edition of the Hesse-Weimar Gazette. The Duchess rose quickly and bought