onnected with the tracking of this elusive bandit.
Since then the magistrate had taken the deepest interest in the pursuit
of the criminal. Thanks to his support, Juve had been enabled to take
various measures, otherwise almost impossible, avoid the many obstacles
offered by legal procedure, risk the striking of many a blow he could
not otherwise have ventured on.
Fuselier had a high opinion of Juve, and his attitude to Fandor was
sympathetic.
Our journalist was going over the past as he hastened along:
Ah, if only Juve were here! If only this loyal servant of Justice, this
sincerest of friends, this bravest of the brave, had not been struck
down, Fandor would have been full of enthusiasm for the Dollon affair;
for its interest was increasing, its mystery deepening! But Fandor was
single-handed now! He had had a miraculous escape from the bomb which
had blown up Lady Beltham's house on that tragic day when Juve had all
but laid hands on Fantomas!
But Fandor would not allow himself to become disheartened--never that!
In the school of his vanished friend he had learned to give himself up
with single-minded devotion to any task he took up; his sole
satisfaction being duty well fulfilled.... Well, the Dollon case should
be cleared up!... To do so was to render a service to humanity! Having
come to this conclusion he hastened to interview Monsieur Fuselier.
* * * * *
"Monsieur Fuselier," cried Fandor as he shook hands with the magistrate,
"you must know quite well why I have come to see you!"
"About the rue Norvins affair?"
"Say rather about the Depot affair! It is there the affair became
tragic."
Monsieur Fuselier smiled:
"You know then?"
"That Jacques Dollon has hanged himself? Yes. That he was innocent?
Again, yes!" confessed Fandor, smiling in his turn: "You know that at
_La Capitale_ we get all the information going, and are the first to get
it!"
"Evidently," conceded the magistrate. "But if you know all about it, why
put my professional discretion to the torture by asking absurd
questions?"
"Now, what the deuce are they about on Clock Quay? Don't they supervise
the accused in their cells?"
"Certainly they do! When this Dollon arrived at the Depot he was
immediately conducted to Monsieur Bertillon: there he was measured and
tested, finger marks taken, and so on."
"Just so," said Fandor. "I saw Bertillon before coming on to you. He
told me Dollon seemed c
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